Do you know any short poems about the loss of a pet?

http://www.petloss.com/poems/poems.htm

I shall never forget-
The sweetness of your face,
The softness of your fur,
The brightness of your eyes;
Your playful personality.

I shall always remember—
The happiness that we shared,
The way you licked my face,
Your drooling when I fed you;
Your unconditional love.

I shall always treasure—
Your first day with us,
Your toughness during illness,
Your last day on this earth;
Your glorious life with us.

Rainbow bridge
I’m sorry I am on my iPod and can’t send any links =\ but it’s a really nice poem.

@disturbed Is that the poem name? I can look it up.

oops, mine is dealing with an illness. Rainbow bridge is the name of the poem disturbed is talking about.

@Chyna It was good up until the illness part! And rainbow bridge was realllllyyyyy long. It won’t fit it the card ;)

I think it would still sound good without the line about the illness. If you can’t find anything else, that is.

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….

Meditations on Turning Eight
by Lisa Simpson

I had a cat named Snowball
She died! She died!
Mom said she was sleeping
She lied! She lied!
Why oh why is my cat dead?
Couldn’t that Chrysler hit me instead?

@frdelrosario Kind of a jerk answer.

@frdelrosario I love that poem!

If there is a heaven, it’s certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
—Ben Hur Lampman

Or most simply . . . Perhaps he heard the voice of a greater master who called him home.

“HAVE YOU A DOG IN HEAVEN, LORD?

IS THERE ROOM FOR JUST ONE MORE?

CAUSE A LITTLE DOG DIED TODAY

AND WILL BE WAITING AT YOUR DOOR.”

Source
Sorry for the caps – it’s a cut-and-paste.
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Friend, please don’t mourn for me,

I’m still here, though you don’t see.

I’m right by your side each night and day,

And within your heart I long to stay.

My body is gone but I’m always near,

I’m everything you feel, see or hear.

My spirit is free, but I’ll never depart,

As long as you keep me alive in your heart.

Source

___________________________

If tears could build a stairway

and heartache make a lane,

I’d walk the path to heaven

and bring you back again.

Source

@frdelrosario Not a nice poem. And did you miss that fact that it was a dog…

Rainbow Bridge makes me cry every time. Damn. :’(

@Allie Me too.

@Allie I’m sorry my quoting it make you cry.

We Have A Secret

We have a secret, you and I
That no one else shall know,
For who but I can see you lie
Each night in fire glow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths
And see ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind
So young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass
And when I call, no one but I
Can see the bending grass.

-Author Unknown

@ItalianPrincess1217

Not a nice poem.

But who could argue that Lisa Simpson is one of the nicest people ever? When Snowball I was lost, she was stricken, which shows in her writing.

And did you miss that fact that it was a dog

I addressed your question as you phrased it: “Do you know any short poems about the loss of a pet?”. I’m sorry if your vague, non-specific question misleads others after me.

My Old Cat

My old cat is dead,
Who would butt me with his head.
He had the sleekest fur.
He had the loudest purr.
Always gentle with us,
Was this black puss,
But when I found him today
Stiff and cold where he lay,
His look was a lion’s,
Full of rage and defiance;
Oh, he would not pretend
That what came was a friend
But met it in pure hate.
Well died, my old cat.

Hal Summers

I was going to list some more, but my keyboard started getting wet. I hate it when I Fluther and cry at the same time.

“If you pick up a starving Dog and make him prosperous,
he will not bite you.
This is the principal difference between
a dog and a man…”

Mark Twain

“If there are no dogs in Heaven,
then when I die I want to go
where they went.”

Will Rogers, 1897–1935

This is about a cat but very beautiful.

IN MEMORIAM, L K A 1950–1952 (Ischia is an Italian island, west of Naples. Mt. Epomeo is a volcano on Ischia.)

At peace under this mandarin, sleep, Lucina,
Blue-eyed Queen of white cats: for you the Ischian wave shall weep,
When we who now miss you are American dust, and steep
Epomeo in peace and war augustly a grave-watch keep.

W H Auden

I’ll admit, after reading these, I had to go and pick up my dog for a cuddle.

@frdelrosario Sorry but I can’t send the people a card with that poem. We don’t know them well enough for that. It would be insulting. And if you had read the details of my question, you’d have seen that my fiancé hit a dog, not a cat. My question was neither vague nor non-specific. You simply didn’t read far enough.

@Darwin & @jmah Awww ;)

@ItalianPrincess1217
yeah it is the name of the poem

Rainbow Bridge is great. You can print it out and enclose it with the card.

Yeah the vet gave me that poem when we had to put my hamsters down because they were filled with cancer. I was like 8 and then my mom made print outs and sent them to my aunt who lost her dog.

The book Dog Heaven is also amazing.

I know it doesn’t fill your needs though, @ItalianPrincess1217 .

Thanks for your help friends. I found a very nice poem called “Treasured Friend”...

I lost a treasured friend today.
The little dog who used to lay
his gentle head upon my knee
And share his silent thoughts with me.

He’ll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more his favorite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called him to His golden throne

And though my eyes are filled with tears
I thank Him for the happy years
He let him spend down here with me
And for his love and loyalty

@ItalianPrincess1217
wow that poem
is awesome
but it is so sad I hate losing pets it’s so sad!

@disturbed_broken Thanks. It took awhile to find but I think it’ll work great. I wrote it on nice paper and did some layers behind it with a little ribbon at the top so it’s nice enough to hang up or display if they want. I hope they accept our apologies.

@ItalianPrincess
that sounds nice!

Lord Byron [More Titles by Byron]

[1]

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe
And storied urns record who rest below:
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been:
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master’s own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour’d falls, unnoticed all his worth—
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth:
While Man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive Heaven.
Oh Man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on—it honours none you wish to mourn:
To mark a Friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one,—and here he lies. [i]

Newstead Abbey, October 30, 1808.

[Footnote 1: This monument is placed in the garden of Newstead.
A prose inscription precedes the verses:—

“Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains of one
Who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
If inscribed over human ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
BOATSWAIN, a Dog,
Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,
And died at Newstead Abbey, Nov. 18, 1808.”

His Apologies

Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.
He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.
But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee…
Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is very comfy with Thee.

Master, behold a Sinner! He hath committed a wrong.
He hath defiled Thy Premises through being kept in too long.
Wherefore his nose has been rubbed in the dirt, and his self-respect has been bruised.
Master, pardon Thy Sinner, and see he is properly loosed.

Master-again Thy Sinner! This that was once Thy Shoe,
He has found and taken and carried aside, as fitting matter to chew.
Now there is neither blacking nor tongue, and the Housemaid has us in tow.
Master, remember Thy Servant is young, and tell her to let him go!

Master, extol Thy Servant, he has met a most Worthy Foe!
There has been fighting all over the Shop – and into the Shop also!
Till cruel umbrellas parted the strife (or I might have been chok- ing him yet),
But Thy Servant has had the Time of his Life – and now shall we call on the vet?

Master, behold Thy Servant! Strange children came to play,
And because they fought to caress him, Thy Servant wentedst away.
But now that the Little Beasts have gone, he has returned to see
(Brushed – with his Sunday collar on) what they left over from tea.

. . . . . .

Master, pity Thy Servant! He is deaf and three parts blind.
He cannot catch Thy Commandments. He cannot read Thy Mind.
Oh, leave him not to his loneliness; nor make him that kitten’s scorn.
He hath had none other God than Thee since the year that he was born.

Lord, look down on Thy Servant! Bad things have come to pass.
There is no heat in the midday sun, nor health in the wayside grass.
His bones are full of an old disease – his torments run and increase.
Lord, make haste with Thy Lightnings and grant him a quick release!

Rudyard Kipling

All dogs go to heaven
I saw the movie on channel seven
Oh my dear departed dog
Taken from us, lost in the fog
A higher power wielded his fist
That made that truck speed in the mist
It soothes my soul that you did not suffer
As your head exploded when it struck that buffer
Fear not best friend we shall meet again
I will once more hold your leash & chain

@ItalianPrincess1217 that is a lovely poem to send them.

@disturbed_broken @Dr_Lawrence Just read Rainbow Bridge. What a superb poem.
I’ve got a lump in my throat and tears rolling down my cheek.
What a lovely poem.
Just going to cuddle my doggies now.