|06-27-2011, 12:46 PM||#71 (permalink)|
Join Date: May 2011
Here are a few poems that helped me find comfort when my dogs Buddy and Rex passed.
God saw that you were getting tired and a cure was not to be...
So HE put His arms around you and whispered, "Come with ME."
With aching hearts, we watched you suffer and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly, we could not help you stay.
A loving heart stopped beating, a special friend put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us HE only takes the best.
With heavy hearts and a tear in our eyes,
After all these years, we must say goodbye.
Please understand we've done all we could,
If there was anything we could do, you know we would.
I'm sitting right here gently rubbing your ears,
While I talk to you softly, trying to hold back the tears.
The memories you gave us we'll never forget,
Especially the ones of the day we met.
One last hug and one last kiss,
You have no idea how much you'll be missed.
To look into your eyes this one last time...
You'll tell me it's ok, you know it's your time.
Close your eyes now, and go to sleep,
We'll pray to the Lord your soul he'll keep.
Go in peace now, our friend,
We'll stay right here with you until the end.
Dream of that special day and time,
When we'll meet as the Bridge and all will be fine.
We'll run and play, side by side,
With a soft warm feeling deep down inside.
Your memory will live on in each one of us,
You'll always be number one to all of us.
Have a safe journey through the night,
I promise when you awake, you'll be in God's light.
So with heavy hearts, and tears in our eyes...
Just for now my friend, we say goodbye.
I Only Wanted You
They say memories are golden,
Well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
No one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
And heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
Last edited by CandiGirl; 06-27-2011 at 12:51 PM.
|07-16-2011, 05:09 PM||#72 (permalink)|
Join Date: Mar 2011
Location: Western NY
A couple I found while searching for a poem after a friend lost her lab to cancer at 3 years old
His Journey’s Just Begun
Don’t think of him as gone away-
His journey has just begun
Life holds many facets
The earth is only one
Just think of him as resting from
The sorrow and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years
Think how he must be wishing
That we could know today
How nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away
And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And he was loved so much.
- Ellen Brenneman
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
All filled with tears for me,
I wish you wouldn’t cry so much,
Though I know your heart aches for me,
But remember it was for the best…
It was my time to go,
I know how much you loved me…
As much as I loved you,
And each time you’re thinking of me,
I know you’ll miss me too.
When tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right here in your heart.
- Author Unknown
My Forever Pet
missing in my home,
I feel it day and night,
I know it will take
time and strength before
things feel quite right,
But know for now,
I need to mourn,
My heart – it needs to mend,
Though some may say,
“Its just a pet,”
I know I’ve lost a friend.
You’ve brought such
laughter to my home,
and richness to my days.
A constant friend
though joy or loss
with gentle, loving ways.
A friend I won’t forget.
You’ll live forever in my heart,
My sweet, forever pet.
*Kira* GSD - Jan 2011
*Ace & Callie* Kittys - Oct 2010
|03-05-2012, 03:57 PM||#74 (permalink)|
Join Date: Sep 2011
Location: St Louis, MO
From a Grateful Dog
You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.
But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.
So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic that will
Once more make me whole.
The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.
That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years...
My partner till the end.
Please, understand just what this gift
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost,
And all my dignity.
You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it, too.
So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To grant me this appeal.
Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.
And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.
I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever-faithful friend,
... a young dog once again.
Mr Sherman Tank Everyday brings a new challenge
|03-23-2012, 05:24 PM||#75 (permalink)|
Join Date: Aug 2001
Location: pottstown pa
Do dogs go to heaven?
My little bully passed away, no more to breathe a sound.
I held him for the last time, then entombed him in the ground.
Day and night I wept so much, in tears I thought I'd drown.
I searched my soul for comfort, but no peace therein was found.
In great despair, I hit my knees and then began to pray.
"Father will I ever see, my dog again someday?"
I raised my eyes and saw an angel standing near a gate.
I sensed an inner peace I'd never felt before that day.
The angel smiled and said to me, "Oh man of little faith!
God sees every bird that falls; He knows your bully's fate.
I have met your little dog, I saw him pass my way.
Your precious dog is still alive; he just walked through this gate.
Paradise is lovelier than you can comprehend.
No pain or grief, no tears or fears, and life will have no end.
God gave to man His only Son, to cover all his sins.
So why would God withhold from you, your pure and loving friend?”
The angel took me by the hand and said, "Now come with me.
A glimpse of paradise I'll give, to you so you can see."
Through the gate and o'er the Rainbow Bridge we did proceed.
Through green valleys filled with flowers, rolling hills and trees.
“Wow, so this is paradise!” The place was filled with joy.
I saw my bully playing there, with dogs and cats and toys.
He also had some doggie treats, and food that he enjoyed.
He'd made a lot of new friends there, including girls and boys.
Then I saw a child come near, and hug my little mate.
She said to him, "I love you so," and kissed him on the face.
The angel said, "The child just crossed the Rainbow Bridge today.
Now she needs a little friend, to love and help her play.
God’s love for her would be enough, in that make no mistake.
But in His love, He knew full well, the child would want a mate.
This is why God called your dog unto this splendid place.
God’s entrusted her with him, ‘til you pass through the gate."
I pleaded, “May I hug them both?!” The angel answered, “No!
You’d violate a sacred site, and now it’s time to go.”
He led me back across the Bridge and through the gate to home.
He left me there with new-found hope and peace within my soul.
If someone ever asks what happens to a dog that dies,
Just give a gentle smile of joy and look them in the eye.
Take their hand and comfort them and tell them not to cry.
For dogs don’t die, they simply cross a bridge to paradise.
Dan Atcheson Poems to uplift and inspire you
|05-04-2012, 01:51 PM||#76 (permalink)|
Join Date: Jul 2001
Location: East Haven, CT
~Tribute To A Best Friend~
Sunlight streams through a window pane
... onto a spot on the floor....then I remember,
it's where you used to lie, but now you are no more.
Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound....then I remember,
It's where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard along the road, and up beyond the hill,
then I remember it can't be yours for your golden voice is still.
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice and unused dish along the wall.
I'll wrap these treasured memorials in a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend, until we meet above.
GSR New England Volunteer
|07-04-2012, 12:37 PM||#77 (permalink)|
I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?
The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?
Sir Walter Scott
|12-21-2012, 06:41 AM||#78 (permalink)|
Join Date: Dec 2012
This morning I sit and cry reading all of these. Sometimes I think it just might be self torture because I have no answers and no "why's". As my baby Zenzi was only 14 months old and I can't seem to hold it together. But there was no other choice with cutaneous lymphoma and metastic lung disease, end stage.
RIP my sweet Girl Zenzi 10/3/11- 12/16/12
|02-08-2013, 12:37 AM||#79 (permalink)|
Join Date: Feb 2013
Location: mumbai, india
“There is a pain you can’t think your way out of. You can’t talk it away. If there was someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out. Drink from the stream. Piss. Eat the venison strips. And. You can’t metabolize the loss. It is in the cells of your face, your chest, behind the eyes, in the twists of the gut. Muscles, sinew, bone. It is all of you.
When you walk you propel it forward. When you let the sled and sit on a fallen log and. You imagine him curling in the one patch of sun maybe lying over your feet. Then it sits with you, the Pain puts its arm over your shoulders. It is your closest friend. Steadfast. And at night you can’t bear to hear your own breath unaccompanied by another and underneath the big stillness like a score is the roaring of the cataract of everything being and being torn away. Then. The Pain is lying beside your side, close. Does not bother you with sound even of breathing.”
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
Kaiser Ankit Tanna-
Happiness- 17/12/12- 06/02/13
|03-19-2013, 02:49 AM||#80 (permalink)|
Join Date: Sep 2011
Location: Ontario, Canada
This is one of my most favorite poems.
I often thought of these words while walking Touie in her final year.
We grew up and grew old together, side by side, my best friend and sister.
These words fit us perfectly like they were written just for us.
I love you Touie, I always will. Rest In Peace, my beautiful Pup-A-Roo.
The poem, authored by Gayl Jokiel, reads as follows:
Walk with an Old Dog
Because you will not be forever,
Hope against time I may,
I paint your picture in my memory,
Eyes blue with age, muzzle gone grey.
Because you walked with me in springtime,
Puppy-clumsy, running free.
As you grew older we grew together.
You became part of me.
Because you shared with me my sorrows,
Not understanding, simply there.
Often spurring me to laughter,
My friend, you know how much I care.
Because the years have slowed your fleetness,
Though your spirit is still strong.
I promise I will take more time now,
So that you can go along.
Because you do not fear the future,
Living on in the now,
I draw strength from your example,
Yet time keeps slipping by somehow.
Because the day will soon be coming
When I will no longer see,
You rise to greet me, but in my memory,
You will always walk with me.
~Pawprints don't fade from the lives they've touched~ Please help the fight to end BSL!