Hi, I’m 57 years old and I love Foopets ! It isn’t just for youngsters, it’s for anyone that likes animals. I just wish that people who get the animals on here would take care of them.
There has been so many changes on here, so many have left, some where good friends and some were not. Even though we do not like the changes, that is the way life is. We must accept it and move forward. We can still chat with our friends and others, and as for me that is what means the most to me.
You need to add the the LORD in your life, if he is not in it already, it is awesome to have and know him
Live each day as if there was no tomorow, but live it with the LORD, cause there may not be a tomorrow, we never know.
Sound the bugle now�.
Play it just for me�.
As the seasons change�
Remember how I used to be�
Now I cant go on�
I cant even start�.
I�ve got nothing left�. just an empty heart
I�m a soldier.. wounded so I must give up the fight
There�s nothing more, for me�
Lead me away�.
Or leave me lying here�.
Sound the bugle now�
Tell them I dont care�.
There�s not a road I know, that leads to anywhere�..
Without a light, I fear that I will stumble in the dark�.
Lay right down and decide not to go on�..
Then from on high, somewhere in the distance�.
There�s a voice that calls�..
�Remember who you are�..�
If you lose yourself�..
Your courgae soon will follow�..
So be strong tonight�..
�Remember who you are�.�
Your a soldier now�.
Fighting in a battle�..
To be free oncemore�.
YEAH THATS WORTH FIGHTING FOR!
~ Sound the Bugle Now
From Annie 1950
My Grandson arrived reluctantly in this world on 29th June and weighed 9lb..Mother and baby not too well but both will be O.K. in a few days !!
I have a new grand-daughter, she was born on July 17, 2013. She is a little doll baby!!!
The Rainbow Bridge
By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over�together.
Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ~ Mark Twain
Promises are like babies: easy to make, hard to deliver. ~Author Unknown
Some words to live by:
1) Experience is the hardest teacher: It gives the test first�and the lesson afterward.
~Vernon Sanders Law
2) Never miss an opportunity to make others happy, even if you have to leave them
alone in order to do it. ~Author Unknown
3) Decorate yourself from the inside out. ~Andrei Turnhollow
4) Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
5) Don�t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
6) Promise only what you can deliver. Then deliver more than you promise.
Here is something to think about, I hope it touches your heart as it has mine:
How Could You?
When I was a puppy,I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.You
called me your child,and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows,I became your best friend.Whenever I was �bad,� you�d shake your finger at me and ask, �How could you?� � but then you�d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because �ice cream is bad for dogs� you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a �dog person� � still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a �prisoner of love.� As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch � because your touch was now so infrequent � and I would�ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered �yes� and changed the subject. I had gone from being �your dog� to �just a dog,� and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You�ve made the right decision for your �family,� but there was a time when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, �I know you will find a good home for her.� They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with �papers.� You had to pry your son�s fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed �No, Daddy Please don�t let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, �How could you?�
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind � that this was all a bad dream� or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies,oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, �How could you?� Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, �I�m so sorry.�
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn�t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself � a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my �How could you?� was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
Here is something else to think about:
A sad but true story.
A mare bought for $35 was later sold for $100. The owner went to load the mare onto the trailer to bring her to a new owner, but she balked and refused to load. So the owner then wrapped her halter in barbed wire, and tried to force her onto the trailer with pain, each tug he gave cutting her face more and more. When she still did not load he got angry and deciced to tie her to the trailer and drive off, dragging her helplessly behind. The barbed wire cut viciously into her face which bloodied even more from impacting the trailer. Her hooves were literally sandpapered off by the tar on the road. They are mostly gone now. When the mare finally fell over the owner only grew angrier. He stopped, unhitched the trailer and rolled it ontop of the exhausted mare. But that wasn�t enough, her punishment wasn�t over, not until he shot her in the head. This little mare never gave up though, despite all this torture she survived.
The owner of this mare may never see the inside of a prison, may never truly pay for what he did, and although we cannot change that we CAN support this mare and in doing so show the world how we feel on this matter.
Put this on your page, re-post or tell as many people as can. Do anything, no matter how small, because it it doesn�t matter how small the change is, it matters that we make it!
Another sad story;
the saddest thing ever!!!!!!! [and to think that this really happens , more than we know of]
>Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,
>He told his friends that it was cool,
>And when he pulled the trigger back,
>It shot with a great crack.
>Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,
>I went to school, I got straight A�s, I even got the gold!
>But Mommy, when I went to school � � � � that day,
>I � � � never said � good � �-bye,
>I�m sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don�t cry.
>When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
>And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
>Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
>And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn�t just a crush.
>And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
>And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I�ll be waiting for her now,
>And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;
>Mommy, I�m not the first, I�m no better than the rest.
>Mommy, tell my teachers; I won�t show up for class,
>And never to forget this, And please don�t let this pass.
>Mommy, why�d it have to be me? No one deserves this,
>Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
>And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
>I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
>Mommy, I�m slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
>But Mommy please remember, I�m in heaven with the rest.
>Mommy I ran as fast as I could,
>When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,
>I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,
>I guess I�m not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.
>I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
>I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
>But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
>Mommy, tell my Zack, I�m sorry but I had to cancel the date.
>I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it�s true,
>And Mommy all I wanted to say is, �Mommy, I love you.�
>****In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost****
>Please if you would,
>Pass this around,
>I�d be happy if you could,
>Don�t smash this on the ground.
>If you pass this on,
>Maybe people will cry,
>Just keep this in your heart,
>For the people who didn�t get to say �Good-bye�.
Here is something else that I found for people to read and think about:
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one�s around
lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She�ll have to endore
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She�d get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrustted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing
She grabbed her bear
And again sgarliced crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
If you don�t put this in ur profile then it proves you have no heart!!?
We were given:
Two hands to hold.
Two legs to walk.
Two eyes to see.
Two ears to listen.
But why only one heart?
Because the other was given to someone else.
For us to find
HAVE YOU FOUND YOUR OTHER HALF??
I really don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t able to continue being on Foo Pets . It really has been a God sent since my Mom passed away, especially all the prayers and blessings that I have gotten from all my friends and family here on Foo.
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I knew a girl that was so stupid that��..
1. She called me to get my phone number.
2. She spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said �concentrate.�
3. She put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind.
4. She tried to put M&M�s in alphabetical order..
5. She sent me a fax with a stamp on it.
6. She tried to drown a fish.
7. She thought a quarterback was a refund.
8. She got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.
9. She tripped over a cordless phone.
10. She took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.
11. She asked for a price check at the dollar store.
12. She studied for a blood test.
13. She thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.
14. When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved.
15. When she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead.
16. When she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said �Airport Left� she turned around and went home.