For my furry children, past, present, future.

The Power of the Dog
Rudyard Kipling, 1922

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

William Shakespeare's

SONNET 30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past, 
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, 
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow, 
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, 
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: 
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, 
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er 
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, 
Which I new pay as if not paid before. 
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." ― Mahatma Gandhi

Speaks to me.

Those who consider themselves to smart to take part in government will find themselves governed by the dumb! Socrates

To learn who rules over you simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize. Voltaire

I am not a princess who needs to be rescued from the dragon, for I am the dragon and my voice is fire. (?attribution)

You're a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton made from stardust, riding a rock, hurtling through space. Fear nothing. (?attribution)

Oscar Wilde: Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.

Written by Emily Loren Ferrell

"What you need is a big strong hand to
Lift you to your higher ground"

Madonna

My Contribution.