Trust, they say, is hard to find, In faces and words that sometimes blind. But if it barks or purrs, warm and true, There’s a certain light that shines through.
A tail that wags, a gentle purr, No hidden motives, no doubt to stir. For in their eyes, so clear and bright, You find a friend who holds you tight.
They won’t betray or let you down, They’re there to lift you when you drown. A bark, a meow, a loyal stare— You know for sure, true love is there.
So if you seek a trust you’ll find, In paws and whiskers, pure and kind, Look no further—your friend is near, With open heart and spirit clear.
Dog spelled backwards is God, a divine little twist, A reminder, perhaps, that He couldn’t resist. For dogs are His way of saying with grace, “I’ll give you a friend to brighten your days.”
They walk by our side with loyalty pure, A steadfast companion through trials, for sure. With eyes full of love, a spirit so true, They’re heaven’s own gift, a light to pursue.
Through laughter and tears, in moments we roam, Dogs prove that God didn’t want us alone. With paws soft and gentle, they comfort and heal, In their quiet devotion, God’s love we feel.
So treasure your dog, this gift from above, A symbol of loyalty, patience, and love. For in every wag, every nuzzle and sigh, Is God’s gentle whisper, “I’m always nearby.”
It’s not the words we speak or sounds we share, But something deeper, soft and rare. Not in phrases, not in lines, But in the spaces where the heart inclines.
True understanding blooms unseen, In glances felt, in moments serene. For language fades, it slips and breaks, Yet feeling stays, and truth it makes.
It’s not in accents, nor in tone, But in the warmth that’s softly grown, Between two souls, in silent grace, In love’s own quiet, sacred place.
So let us share beyond what’s heard, In feelings felt, not merely words. For only hearts that feel as one Will understand when speech is done.
Heaven is just a bark away, A wagging tail, a joyful play. Where paws leave prints in stardust skies, And loving gazes never die.
A place where fetch goes on for miles, And every day brings endless smiles. A land where treats fall like the rain, And old aches vanish, leaving no pain.
The fields are wide, the rivers clear, With friends we’ve lost, now waiting here. They run, they leap, they chase the day— For heaven is just a bark away.
And though our hearts may ache with grief, In memories, we find relief. For love like theirs can never part, It stays forever in our heart.
So when the night is calm and still, I feel a warmth, a gentle thrill, A whisper soft, from skies so gray Heaven is just a bark away.
When I needed a hand, I found a paw, Soft and steady, without a flaw. In silence you came, with eyes so true, A faithful friend when skies were blue.
Through quiet nights and weary days, You stood by me in gentle ways. With every wag, a promise made, In your warmth, my fears would fade.
A tender touch, a nudge, a cheer, You sensed each doubt, each hidden tear. No words were needed, just your gaze, Guiding me through life’s maze.
When the world felt cold and thin, Your paw was there, inviting me in. A comfort pure, no need to speak, A bond unbroken, strong yet meek.
So here’s to paws that heal and mend, To the truest love a heart can send. When I needed a hand, I found so much more— I found a friend worth living for.
I’m the one who’s always waiting for you, Faithful and true, no matter what you do. Your car, it hums a tune I know, A sound that makes my heart aglow. In a thousand, I could pick it out, My ears, they hear you without a doubt.
Your steps ring out like a magic bell, Each footfall casting its gentle spell. Your voice, a melody soft and clear, It’s the sweetest sound I ever hear. When I see your joy, I feel it too, For every smile, I’m smiling with you.
Your scent, to me, is the very best, It lingers like a warm embrace in my chest. Your presence stirs my every sense, In your wake, there’s no defense. Your waking up brings life to me, A bond, unspoken yet heavenly.
I watch you sleep, in quiet awe, To me, you are without a flaw. Your look, a beam of radiant light, Fills my world with pure delight. Your hands on me bring peace so sweet, In your touch, love is complete.
When you leave, my heart grows cold, A void that only you can hold. But I’ll wait here, day after day, For your return, come what may. For I am the one who will wait for you, Today, tomorrow, my whole life through.
I was left in the flood waters of Hurricane Milton, to fend for myself, The future looked bleak as the waters began to swell. Then, a Trooper with a heart I caught his eye, Rescuing me, now my spirit can fly.
I will never be the same, I know it’s true, With love and care, my life starts anew. I am so proud Trooper is now my name, A symbol of hope, a life reclaimed.
I was lucky, a tender heart set me free, But there are many cousins still waiting like me. At your local shelter, they long for the same, For a chance at life, a brand-new name.
The dog sat quietly, eyes full of grace, Watching the customers in this busy place. They took their meals, and with each bite, Exchanged for notes, a common sight.
But then he rose, with a piece of a leaf, His eyes full of innocence, hope, and belief. As if he knew the trade we make, He offered his token, for hunger’s sake.
With nothing but trust, he made his plea, And in that moment, it was clear to see— A heart so pure, with no demands, Just seeking kindness from human hands.
I took his leaf, and with a smile, Fulfilled his wish, though it took a while. In that small act, we both could see, The beauty of simplicity, in perfect harmony.
Thank you, Georgia Police K9 Foundation, For your heart and dedication to our nation. With support from those who care so much, You’ve helped keep Denny in a loving touch.
Brave K9 Denny, your service is true, You’ve protected us all, through and through. Now it’s time for you to rest and play, To enjoy retirement, day by day.
For years you’ve stood by our side, With loyalty and courage, never to hide. Now may your days be calm and free, Happy and healthy as they should be.
Thank you, dear Denny, for all you’ve done, Now go and bask in the warmth of the sun. Your service remembered, your bravery shines bright, Enjoy your retirement, with peace in sight.
Old barns have a history all their own, Where hay once piled and tobacco was grown. Cows, horses, sheep, and goats alike, Made it home through day and night.
On barn-raising day, it gleamed so bright, A sturdy frame in morning light. But years of storms, of wind and rain, Have left their mark, a lasting stain.
Now the beams are worn, the paint has peeled, The echoes of life no longer revealed. But in my heart, those days remain, Bringing a tear, a sweet, soft pain.
For though the barn now stands in rust, Its memory holds a sacred trust. A symbol of toil, of life once shared, Where love and labor stood prepared.
Old barns may fade, but never die, For in our hearts, they still stand high. A testament to days gone by, Bringing a tear to my grateful eye.
