Woody Options

[Steve K.]

I was here ten years ago for my Beauregard. Now I am here for my Woody. Woody was a dog that nobody wanted so me and the wife took him in. He was a handful at first and he made us wonder if we made the right decision but he turned out to be a wonderful dog. He was a retriever mix and a beautiful red color.

Well, on Sunday 09/21/08, I went out for the day and the wife took the dogs (we have another shelter dog) for a walk. They were both on a leash but Woody pulled away from my wife and ran into the street. He was hit by a car and the wife got animal control to take him to the emergency clinic where the vet said it didn't look good. The wife made the decision to let Woody go and when I got home, my heart was broken. My poor wife had to watch him get hit by the car and then make the decision to let him go. We are both heartbroken. I can't sleep, I can't eat, and all I do is cry at the drop of a hat. Our other dog (Smokey Joe) is 9 years old but Woody was only four. I expected him to be around for many years. Why did God take our dog from us? I don't think that we are bad people. We took in both dogs and two stray cats. We love our animals like children. Why was he taken from us?

[AngelCareOne]

Dearest Steve, I read your post and my heart is literally breaking for you, Dear One! Please forgive me but all here who know me do realize that it's so much easier for me to express myself using images, poems, songs and the like. This is what came to me to give to you in your time of great sorrow at this moment.

Woody says:
I hear your Voice on the Wind, Dad! And I hear you call out my Name!
I am the Voice of the past that will Always be!
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain. Answer my call and I'll set you Free!
I am the Voice! I Will Remain!

Please click on The Voice image.

"The Voice"

I Hear your Voice on the Wind!
And I Hear you call out my name!
"Listen, my Child," you say to me . . .
"I am the Voice of your history . . .
Be not afraid, come follow me!
Answer my call, and I'll set you Free!"

I am the Voice in the Wind and the pouring rain.
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain.
I am the Voice that always is calling you.
I am the Voice! I Will Remain!

I am the Voice in the fields when the summer's gone.
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow.
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long.
I am the Force that in Springtime will Grow!
I am the Voice of the past that will Always be!

Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields.
I am the Voice of the Future bring me your Peace!
Bring me your Peace and my wounds they will Heal!
I am the Voice in the Wind and the pouring rain.
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain.

I am the Voice that Always is calling you.

I am the Voice!

I am the Voice of the past that will Always be!
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain.
I am the Voice of the Future!

I am the Voice! I am the Voice!
I am the Voice! I am the Voice!

Many Comforting Hugs, Love, Peace, Faith, Hope and Angels to You and Woody!!!

Always,
Dottie xoxoxox