Ickle

What can I say but thank you all for your kind thoughts they are much appreciated. :angel: Ickle

Giving your puppy garlic (can be in tablet or capsule form ) will help keep the fleas away and I am told it also helps with worm problems & is good for coughs & tummy upsets Ps raw crushed garlic can be given in their food if they will take that way Ickle

that is beautiful and heart string pulling even a long term rescue co-ordinator like me is reduced to tears. thanks for sharing. Ickle :cry:

That was heart wrenching [b]K [/b] I am so sick at the thought that someone :evilbat: could such a wicked deed to a innocent dog

Sick Sick :evilbat: Ickle

[b]Very nicely put K Well done[/b] I hope it has the desired effct and that future buyers will take care when looking for a puppy and refer to the kennel club of whatever country they live in for lists of responsible breeders Ickle :lol: :lol: :lol:

I would be very proud of that poem [b]K [/b] It and brought the tears my eyes it is beautiful. You know what softie I am for sentimental poems especially about dogs Ickle :cry: :cry:

Glad you all appreciate the poem It hits home for me today as I have just lost an 10 year old Japanese spitz who slipped away in his sleep.I miss him terribly already but I know he is happy with the other dogs at the bridge. Ickle :cry: :cry

From UK Sheltie List Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint of snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush. I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circle flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die.

Hi Hazelnutmeg It is good to cry sometimes and you were doing that because of the love you shared with your boy, remembering all the good times you shared. Keep smiling and never be ashamed of your tears for such a big part of your life. Ickle :lol: :lol: :lol:

Hi K you must read IWAS THERE its a real tear jerker Ickle

Have you read the original version??

join the club K we are all soppy :cry: :cry: :cry: Ickle

> > > AT THE RAINBOW BRIDGE > > There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the > Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the > Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with > lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. > There is always food and water and warm Spring weather. Those old > and frail animals are young again. Those who have been maimed are > made whole again. They play all day with each other. > > Some of them here by the Bridge are different. These pets were > beaten, starved, tortured, and unloved. They watch wistfully as their > friends leave one by one, to cross the bridge with their special > person. > For them there is no one, no special one. Their time on earth did not > give them one. > > But one day, as they run and play, they notice someone standing by > the road to the bridge. This person wistfully watches the reunions of > friends, for during life, this person had no pet. This person was > beaten, starved, tortured, and unloved. > > Standing there alone, one of the unloved pets approaches, curious as > to why this one is alone. And as the unloved pet and the unloved > person get nearer to each other, a miracle occurs, for these are the > ones who were meant to be together, the special person and the > beloved pet who never had the chance to meet while on Earth. > Finally, now, at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, their souls meet, the > pain and the sorrow disappears, and two friends are together. > > They cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated. > > --- Anonymous ---

From another List I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep. I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here." I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me. I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more. I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me." You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there. It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away." You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew ... in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning." And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side. I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.

I found a mirror in a second hand shop which made me look slimmer just wish it could actually change me for real.(I bought it ) Good for my egol Ickle :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

To: [email]ukshelties@smartgroups.com[/email] Sent from the Internet (Details) Does this ring any bells? I wonder if this is after the feasting???? > Mirror, mirror on the wall > Do you have to tell it all? > Where do you get the glaring light > To make my clothes look just too tight? > I think I'm fine but I can see > you will not cooperate with me; > > The way you let the shadows play > You'd think my hair was getting grey. > What's that, you say? A double chin? > No, that's the way the light comes in; > If you persist in peering so > You'll confiscate my facial glow, > And then if you're not hanging straight > You'll tell me next I'm gaining weight. > > I'm really quite upset with you > for giving this distorted view; > I hate what's happened to my thighs. > I warn you now, O mirrored wall, > Since we're not on speaking terms at all, > If I look like this in my new jeans > You'll find yourself in smithereens !!

Poor Guy I feel so upset and angry for you & him. No animal should have to go through what he has . My thoughts & prayers are for him to be free from his pain and be back to near normal as soon as possible Ickle

Hi Bk Blue Think this came to uk sheltie list via international sheltie list which originates in Australia so it is probably the same one Hope you had a good New Year celebration The fireworks looked great on television :lol: :lol: Ickle

good story eh!" but thankfully not mine Ickle :roll: :lol:

To: [email]ukshelties@smartgroups.com[/email] Sent from the Internet (Details) > A row of bottles on my shelf > Caused me to analyze myself > One yellow pill I have to pop > Goes to my heart so it won't stop > A little white one that I take > Goes to my hands so they won't shake > The blue ones that I use a lot > Tell me I'm happy when I'm not > The purple pill goes to my brain > And tells me that I have no pain > The capsules tell me not to wheeze > Or cough or choke or even sneeze > The red ones, smallest of them all > Go to my blood so I won't fall > The orange ones so big and bright > Stop my leg cramps in the night > Such an array of brilliant pills > Helping to cure all kinds of ills > But what I'd really like to know > Is what tells each one where to go 8) 8)

Sent from the Internet (Details) New Years Day Hangover Scale 1 Star Hangover * No pain. No real feeling of illness. You slept in your own bed and when you woke up there were no traffic cones in there with you. You are still able to function relatively well on the energy stored up from all those booze shots. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a Cheeseburger and a side of fries. 2 star hangover * * No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. You hug a coffee and try to remain focused but it is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanour around the house, you are only capable of aimlessly surfing the net and writing junk e-mails. Every picture you see, you can for the first time see each and every pixel plain as day. 3 star hangover * * * Slight headache. Stomach feels like the inside of a Suma wrestlers jock strap. You are definitely a space cadet and not productive. Anytime someone walks by, you gag because her perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random booze shots you did with your alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 1:45 a.m. Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen doughnuts and a litre of coke watching daytime TV. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2 Sausage Rolls and a litre of diet coke yet you haven't peed once. 4 star hangover * * * * You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak too quickly or else you might lose last nights supper. Your partner has already lambasted you for celebrating late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but you smell of socks, and you can't hide the fact that you either missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving or it looks like you put your make-up on while riding a rollercoaster. (depending on your gender). Your teeth have their own individual sweaters. Your eyes look like one big vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the second-grade class picture circa 1976. You would give a weeks pay for one of the following : Home time, doughnut and somewhere to be alone, or a time machine so you could go back and not have gone out drinking on New Years. You scare small children in the street just by walking past them. 5 star hangover * * * * * You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying everyone around you. You nailed the cat with the telephone book because the sound of it's paws as it walks accross the floor is too hard on your brain. Booze vapour is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that would take the last of the moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty good right now. Your partner doesn't even get mad at you and your friends and kids think that the dog just died because you look so pathetic. You should have stayed on the floor because, let's face it, all you can manage to do is breathe ......very gently. 6 star hangover * * * * * * You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly, as you were fighting it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep until the noises inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has been cleared for take off and is flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you now, you're going to chuck. . You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in a yacht under full sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls knocking off all the pictures, you find the porcelin throne. If you are lucky you will remember to lift the lid before you spontenously explode and wake the whole house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the floor in your underware, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises. Tears stream down your face and your abdomen hurts. With your stomach totally empty, your spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15-minute intervals, but your body won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside out and swear that you saw your tonsils projectile out your mouth. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up for the day as you try to climb into bed. You reluctantly accept their advice and have a shower in exchange for your partner driving you to the hospital. Living is NOT an option.

:cry: :cry: Ickle

Koolie please read the poem listed under loss of a dog. I found it comforting when I lost my old sheltie Bless you and may 2003 bring you peace of mind. Ickle

I am so deeply sad for you Koolie My thoughs and prayers are with you & your little one at this unhappy time Ickle