Winnie and Poo




	WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" July 15, 2003 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com ----------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to your latest issue of "Write 2 the Heart" You are receiving this newsletter because you requested a subscription or a friend generously forwarded their copy to you. To subscribe send a blank e-mail to subscribe@write2theheart.com. ------------------------------------------------------------ Bob has met so many four footed friends in his life. Once again he touches our hearts with a story about one of them. ------------------------------------------------------------ Winnie and Poo By Bob Shaw ------------------------------------------------------------ I've always enjoyed living in a small town with a close neighborhood. There's always a friend to talk to, and you usually knew most of your neighbors and their dogs on a first name basis. Winnie was a little gray haired lady that lived just down the street from us, and had a small white Poodle she called Poo. She'd been widowed for several years and her children had moved out of the state, leaving her and Poo to look after each other. Our local Veterinarian was someone I usually saw only once or twice a year. That day, I'd taken our Collie, Duke, in for his annual checkup and shots, and saw Winnie and Poo through the office window in the examining room. The receptionist let me go through to see them, and I found out that Poo had been diagnosed with cancer. Her health had been declining for some time, and after painful consideration, Winnie had brought her in. They'd been together for over thirteen years. After some preparations, we went to a small room in back of the office, and Poo was given the injection. With tears running down her face, Winnie slowly rubbed her little head, talking softly, and telling her that her Momma loved her; that someday, they'd be together again. In what seemed like a final gesture of unconditional love, Poo reached up and licked her hand. Moments later, she closed her little eyes, and went to sleep. The room was so quiet, and not a dry eye in it. I put my hand on Winnie's shoulder, and asked if I could help and take Poo to the car for her. With all her strength and dignity, she smiled and said no, this was a journey they needed to make together. The Vet gently placed her in her arms, and led her to the door. Very gently, she placed her Poo on the seat beside her, and took her home. It was nearly four months later and I'd almost put the incident out of my mind, when we received word that Winnie had passed away. I was saddened by the news, but smiled at the thought of Winnie and her precious Poo, together again. Just on the other side of "here," is a Rainbow, and a Bridge. A place where loved ones are reunited, where there's no tears, no pain, and good bye will never have to be heard again. Bob Shaw CapeRabbit @ SEMO.net You are encouraged to write to the authors to let them know what you think of their story, just remember to remove the space before and after the @ symbol. The space is placed in the address to protect our writers from viruses and email harvesting programs. Have a comment on today's story? Send it to: moderator@write2theheart.com ---------------------------------------------------------------- Bob Shaw CapeRabbit @ semo.Net Bob and wife, Ronni live in Cape Girardeau, Missouri -------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- Letters From Our Readers -------------------------------------------------------------- I liked Grandma Days. You go, Maria! Alison :) I thoroughly enjoyed Maria's story. 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If you have loved ones in the military, or who are being called to go overseas, send their names (first and last or first only) to be included in our prayer reminder. --------------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl's Corner In Children's Church Sunday, Miss Betty was instructing the children in that day's memory verse. I thought she did an excellent job describing how a house divided cannot stand. She had the children recite the verse and gave illustrations as to the meaning. When she was through, she asked, "Now boys and girls, who can tell me what our memory verse is?" Joshua was visiting for the first time. He loved the puppets, had listened attentively to Miss Betty, and now raised his hand to answer the question. When Miss Betty pointed to him, he jumped to his feet and in a loud voice recited, "If you listen to your parents you will live longer." I was so glad I was in the back of the room so no one could see me fighting the laughter. God Bless, Cheryl ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- © 2003 Write 2 the Heart Nothing may be reproduced or published without the written permission of the individual author or copyright owner. All rights belong to the authors.