Cyprus Goodbye Moses.

BOF · instructor

Oracle - "Serial killers remain detached from this process as they are developing (or failing to) and take more interest in the "killing" process."

Cool

Ah back to hunters again! Laughing

BOF

BOF · instructor

ELIKO there is no loss of face at showing emotion when a friend passes over - And Moses was lucky because it comes across that he was a real friend to you, many others are not so lucky Crying or Very sad

But heres a happy ending - Several of us went to Potomos to the fish restaurant yesterday for something to eat and while there noticed a black male labrador type dog, quite young, wandering around from place to place just looking at people and occasionally wagging its tail..when people went to stroke it it was very subservient and cowed so had obviously been mistreated and abandoned by some bastard. The restaurant owners to their credit had been feeding it in the hope that someone would take it home. Well yesterday was his lucky day becuse as we were petting it four english people who had also been inside the restaurant came out and started stroking him and asked if we minded as they had been watching him and had decided to take him home and adopt him. they had another abandoned dog at home and thought the stray would fit in ok. so off he went in the back of a Mercedes, not in the hated box on the back of a pick up. im sure he will have a wonderful life..............maybe they will call him Moses..
BOF

tessintrnc · lecturer

So sorry about Moses, when a beloved dog of mine died many years ago, my friend sent me this poem by Rudyard kipling:

The Power of the Dog

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?

- Rudyard Kipling

pantheman · lecturer

Eliko,

welcome back and sorry to hear about your dog.

I have recently taken on 2 little blighters and I can understand the attachement.

Anyway, good you are back for more forum bashing Laughing

denizaksulu · vip