POEMS Dogs, Cats, Birds, Horses, & ALL Pets F.A.S.T. Co. page 3 |
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A PUPPY'S PRAYER MEMBER OF THE FAMILY HE'S JUST MY DOG HEAVEN'S DOGGY DOOR FAREWELL CROSSING THE RAINBOW BRIDGE OUTSIDE HEAVEN'S GATE |
I DID NOT DIE LEND ME A FERRET CLOVER HEAVEN LAST NIGHT IN THE TWILIGHT Lord Byron's inscription on the tomb of his dog, 1808 |
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( all pets ) We have a secret, you and I, that no one else shall know. For who but I can see you lay each night in fire glow. And who but you can reach my hand before I go to bed, and feel the loving warmth of you and touch your silky head. And only I walk woodland paths and see ahead of me, your small form racing with the wind, so young, so free again. And only I can see you swim in every brook I pass, and when I call, no one but I can see the bending of the grass. unknown author |
Now I lay me down to sleep, The king size bed is soft and deep.. I sleep right in the center groove My human being can hardly move! I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in tight And here is where I pass the night No one disturbs me or dares intrude Till morning comes and "I want food!" I sneak up slowly to begin My nibbles on my human's chin. She wakes up quickly, I have sharp teeth- I'm a puppy, don't you see? For the morning's here And it's time to play I always seem to get my way. So thank you Lord for giving me This human person that I see. The one who hugs and holds me tight And shares her bed with me at night! ~author unknown~ |
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(all furry animals) What would I do without you, My precious Furry Friend? Part mischief, but all blessing, and faithful to the end! You look at me with eyes of love, You never hold a grudge, You think I'm far too wonderful To criticize or judge. It seems your greatest joy in life Is being close to me, I think God knew how comforting Your warm, soft fur would be. I know you think you're human, But I'm glad it isn't true, The world would be a nicer place If folks were more like you. A few short years are all we have, One day we'll have to part, But you, my pet, will always have A place within my heart. ~author unknown~ |
He is my other eyes that see above the clouds, my ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me that I am his reason for being. By the way, he rests against my leg. By the way, he thumps his tail at my smallest smile. By the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not with me. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he even brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all powerful. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. He is loyalty itself. With him, I know a secret comfort and peace. He has promised to wait for me, when ever, where ever. I will always need him as much as he needs me. "He is just my dog!" ~author unknown~ |
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My best friend closed his eyes last night, As his head lay in my hand. The doctors said he was in pain, And it was hard for him to stand. The thoughts that scurried through my head, As I cradled him in my arms, Were of his younger puppy years, And Oh... his many charms. Today there was no gentle nudge, With an intense "I love you" gaze. Only a heart that's filled with tears, Remembering our joy filled days. But an Angel just appeared to me, And said, "You should cry no more, God also loves our canine friends, He's installed a doggy door!" ~author unknown~ |
(all pets) Farewell my humans, 
Yet, not farewell. Where I go, You too shall dwell. I am gone before your face. A moment's time, A better place. When you come where I have recently stepped, You will wonder why, You have so wept. (unknown)
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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, 'Til 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 a care, Until one day they stop, 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. "author unknown" Part
of the story "Crossing the Rainbow Bridge,"
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"I'll Wait - I explained to St. Peter I'd rather stay here, Outside the Pearly Gate. I won't be a nuisance I never was, I won't even bark. I'll be very patient and wait. I'll be here - Chewing my celestial bone, no matter how long you may be. I'd miss you too much if I went in alone . It wouldn't be Heaven to me. ~author unknown~ this poem has been dedicated to Your best pal, Max - belonged to Shari Brauer & to another "Max", K-9/ partner, PTL. Tim O'Connor
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A faithful dog will play with you, laugh with you. She'll gladly starve to stay with you, and never reason why? And when you're feeling out of sorts, she seems to understand. She looks at you with shining eyes, and tries to lick your hand. That blind implicit faith in you is matched by such great love----- The kind of love we all should have for our Master up above. When all is said and done, it's not so very odd. For when you spell "dog" backwards, you have the name of GOD ~author unknown~ |
I DID NOT DIE (all pets) Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep, I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain, When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. ~author unknown~ |
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I will lend to you for awhile, a ferret, God said. For you to love him while he lives and mourn for him when he's dead. Maybe for five or ten years, or maybe one or three. But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and (should his stay be brief) you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught below I want this ferret to learn. I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true. And from the folk that crowd's life's land I have chosen you. Now, will you give him all your love Nor think the labour vain, Nor hate me when I come to take my ferret back again? I fancied that I heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will be Done," For all the joys this ferret will bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness we'll love him while we may And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay. But should you call him back much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve In memory of him we loved, to help us while we grieve, When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife, We'll have yet another ferret and love him all his life. -author unknown
THE CAT'S PRAYER Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray this cushy life to keep. I pray for toys that look like mice, And sofa cushions, soft and nice. I pray for gourmet kitty snacks, And someone nice to scratch my back, For windowsills all warm and bright, For shadows to explore at night. I pray I'll always stay real cool And keep the secret feline rule To NEVER tell a human that The world is really ruled by CATS! - Author Unknown |
There is a place called Clover Heaven; Where Life is renewed and pain removed; Where bodies are healed and whole again; Where life is now filled with glee as it must be; A place our babies must go; This place called Clover Heaven. Where the meadows are full of Life with peace and frolic and no strife nor fear of danger. The flowers in full bloom always changing colors ever so grand and a home for many others. The breeze so soft, free, and flowing; So pure and brisk and moves the grass ever so tall, it is a velvet carpet after all; So soft and smooth, so very snug; tis a good place to curl up and take a snooze and bask in the sun that is ever so warm. This place called Clover Heaven. Where the water is so pure and clean; it looks like a mirror that I can see and admire the renewed me. The clover seems to reach the sky so full and free a good place to romp and play hide and go seek. .So you see--------- The sun so warm, The water so clean, The grass so smooth, The breeze so soft, The flowers in bloom, A place to romp and play To bask or bathe, To snooze and rest With food aplenty And water to drink With bodies whole And free of pain With life renewed and filled with glee; A place they must go To await their masters. .So dear Master Dry those Tears and smile again For I wait for you In this Place called Clover Heaven. written by: Marge Calaway 01-01-01 |
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Last night in the twilight as I lay in my bed, I heard my dogs praying and this is what they said. It seems that these humans who love us so deep, Cannot cross emotion, it runs far too deep. If this is the last night I lay near this head, Then please let them know somehow what I've said. Right in their world is elusive and shy The deeper the cause, the harder they try. The first step is always in love and with care. But soon it is pride that carries them there. I am no victim, and they need no decree. It's pride and its foolishness that will destroy me. The human heart struggles at what it knows not. And gains of the spirit can never be bought. I pray in this twilight my human will see, It's far more than flesh that bonds him to me. I fear not the darkness, or unknown ahead. It's leaving him here, that I fear instead. For without me beside him, to look in these eyes, There will be no more twilight, nor fairness of skies. Please make his pen worthy to write of our trust, Steady his sword and forward its thrust. For gently this night passes us by, And we once inseparable will soon say Good Bye. Written by Mike Mc Connery September 6, 2000 |
on the tomb of his dog, 1808 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.
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