Pet Loss Poems

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Unknown

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 now 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,
And in your memories I’ll run,
…..a young dog once again.

Unknown

The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. 
He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintry winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side.

He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the sores and wounds that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his Pauper master as if he were a prince.

When all other friends desert, he remains. 
When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. 
If misfortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies.

And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it's embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death.

From a speech given by Former Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he was acting as a lawyer in a suit against a man who had killed the dog of his client. -- He won the case.

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. 

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. 

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my ears. 

Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to the bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. 

Keep my pan filled with water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger. 

And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and good sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. 

I am not having fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I drew, that my fate was always safest in your hand.

Beth Norman Harris (1968)

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.

Anonymous

Three score and ten are given to man, But ours is a much briefer span.
So, though I give you all my heart, The time will come when we must part.
But all around you, you will see, Creatures that speak to you of me;
A tired horse, a hunted thing, A sparrow with a broken wing.
Pity - and help (I know you will) And somehow, I will be with you still;
And I shall know, although I'm gone, The love I gave you lingers on.

Unknown

If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won. 

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test. 

We've had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come -- please let me go. 

Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see. 

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my purr its last I gave,
From pain and suffering I've been saved. 

Please do not grieve -- it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years;
Don't let your heart hold back its tears. 

Smile, we walked together awhile.

Anonymous