Lisa Snell

1975 - 1987
LocationAustralia Wingello Nsw
Age12 years
Date of Death28/07/1987
Visitors3,905 since 30/10/2008
Creator

Lisa was rescued from people, she had had terrible owners and when she came to my place she would be
scared of fire.

FOUR FEET

I have done mostly what men do,
And pushed it out of my mind;
But I can't forget, if I wanted to,
Four-Feet trotting behind.

Day after day, the whole day through--
Wherever my road inclined--
Four-Feet said, 'I am coming with you!'
And trotted along behind.

Now I must go by some other round--
Which I shall never find--
Some where that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.


--- Rudyard Kipling ---


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Recent Tributes


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My sunshine doesn't come from the skies,
It comes from the love in my dog's eyes.

Unknown Poet

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Yesterday evening

The Promise

To each and every faithful friend
With whom we stayed until the end
Rest in peace while we explain
That one day we will meet again

If we were not there and so did fail
To see the last wag of your tail
Our love for you will never wane
Forgive us, please, when we meet again

We were with your presence blessed
Your ample heart, which won the quest
For beauty, flowing in your vein
Will see the day we meet again

You gave us many happy years
Departing, with us crying tears
We pray that you were without pain
And promise that we will meet again

Greater friends we will not make
You are they that give not take
Perchance we have some more to gain
Until the day we meet again

When that day comes and we all meet
May you once more rise to your feet
To walk with us in sun not rain
And fulfil the promise to meet again

M. C. Kiff

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Yesterday morning

Love You More

Do I love you
to the moon and back?
No I love you
more than that

I love you to the desert sands
the mountains, stars
the planets and

I love you to the deepest sea
and deeper still
through history

Before beyond I love you then
I love you now
I’ll love you when

The sun’s gone out
the moon’s gone home
and all the stars are fully grown

When I no longer say these words
I’ll give them to the wind, the birds
so that they will still be heard

I love you

Copyright James Carter

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Thursday afternoon

DREAMS

Dreams are where you relive memories,
a special time gone forever.
Dreams can take you to far away places,
that are only there while you sleep.
Dreams can make you smile or make you cry,
but when you wake you must say good-bye.
Dreamers can be what they want to be.
Dreamers are you and me.

Dreams are where you can see things,
that can no-longer be.
Dreams can take me to you,
no-matter where you are.
Dreams can make me smile or make me cry,
I never want to wake if I have to say good-bye.

Dreams can let me see you,
To touch you and hold you.
That's the only time I can be with you.
That's all I have left of you.
But I'll see you tonight in my dreams.

by Leslie D. Green

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Wednesday afternoon

Remember Me

Remember me when roses bloom
And Spring returns again ---
For I am ever present in your midst
In the dawn and in the wind ---

You mustn't think I've gone away
For good - Instead remember me
The way I was in better days
The way it used to be ----

Remember me as I am now
Alive, at peace, and free ---
There is no place for sorrows past
Is just a lost memory ----

For life derives its' purest joy
In living day to day ---
Follow what I've taught you
And REMEMBER ME, this way .....
~~~~Dorothy Womack~~~~

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) Tuesday night

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♥ From Water Bug to Dragonfly ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)

The bottom of the pond is muddy and dark
There is fear of the unknown
There is loneliness as things change
There is the desperation of being left behind
Not knowing, not understanding
Watching and waiting
Then the journey comes
Up the stem
What waits beyond?
Sunlight
Freedom
Dancing together in joy with those who went before
And who will come after.
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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend) Tuesday afternoon

My Heart

looking into the sky at night,
I look at this one star
it reminds me of how close yet
far apart we are.

lacie

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) 5 days ago

with love
No More Tears
The time has come for the tears to end
for you to be happy and cheerful again.
I am safe in God's home above
cradled in His arms; covered with His love.


We run and play by the Bridge all day
waiting for the day when you'll be here to stay.
You've been crying so much I feel bad
I want you to be happy and not so sad.


Remember the time when I was so small
I couldn't even pickup the rubber ball.
I fought that ball from morning to night
it made you laugh, I was quite a sight.


Remember teaching me sit and stay
we had such fun since I didn't really obey.
but you kept at it with test after test
so when I entered my first show I was the best.


Remember the great times we had in the past
like when we walked to the park we had a blast.
We'd run and play all through the park
until the sun went down and it got dark.


Remember the times we went for a ride
I was so excited I'd jump right inside.
Away we went to who knows where
but you and I we didn't really care.


I'll always love you, you're my best friend
I'll be right with you even to the end.
Always remember the great times we had
and there will be no reason to ever be sad.

Written by John Quealy

Pat Sandland 5 days ago

Always Missing You

by Heather Clark

As the days continue to pass
The feeling of missing you only gets stronger.
The tears only fall harder
and the pain continues to linger
my thoughts become more scattered
the nightmares become more real
And the emptiness only gets deeper
My heart stays on you
while this lonely life becomes less meaningful
And regardless of what goes on
all i can do is miss you

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) 6 days ago

What is Dying?


A ship sails and I stand
Watching till she fades on the horizon
And someone at my side says,
She is gone.
Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all;
She is just as large as when I saw her.
The diminished size and total loss of sight
Is in me, not in her,
And just at the moment
When someone at my side says
She is gone
There are others who are watching her coming,
And other voices take up a glad shout
There she comes!
And that is dying


Bishop Brent

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) 1 week ago
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