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I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly
as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you,
I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here”.

I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times,
Your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today,
Your arms were getting sore,
I longed to take your parcels,
I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today,
You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you,
That I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house,
As you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you,
I smiled and said “It’s me”.

You looked so very tired,
And sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know,
That I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be,
so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty,
“I never went away”.

You sat there very quietly,
Then smiled, I think you knew…
In the stillness of that evening,
I was very close to you.

And when the day is over…
I smile and watch you yawning,
And say “Goodnight, God Bless you,
I’ll see you in the morning”.

And when the time is right for you
To cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you,
And we’ll stand side by side.

I have so many things to show you,
There is so much for you to see,
Be patient, live your journey out…
Then come home to be with me.

Author Unknown

I will always remember you, Suzy Q,
The day you came to me, from the cold outdoors,
Your velvet coat, your gentle ways,
We were meant to be.

You comforted me in sorrow when things went wrong,
I pined for you when I could not have you with me,
But when I got my own place I came,
Took you out of a cold bathroom and back into warmth.

The happy months flew by, and all too suddenly,
Illness I could not understand then claimed you,
I was at your side when you left me.
But bitterness I have none.

Sometimes I dream of you and you reassure me,
That everything’s all right with you,
No more pain; be happy,
I got another cat, but no one takes your place in my heart.

We’ll meet again, someday, I know,
With all my furry friends,
You’ve shown me how love can endure,
Until the very end.

Marie Rudys

“Your dog died? That’s too bad,” said my friend. Let’s talk, let’s walk, let’s be just the way we always are… those were the thoughts of my friend. I tried to be just as light and warm and easy as I always am with everyone…friends and new acquaintances.

But it was difficult, for you see…just that day my friend and companion for almost fifteen years had died. Saint Shannon was my Irish Setter…he was wonderful and he helped me raise my daughters. They turned into lovely, sweet adults…friendly, with the same charming manner of the big friendly red dog with the forever-wagging tail.

I started to think about the character of a dog and what it is about a dog that makes him such a great supporter of the human race. And I thought…a dog does not judge, a dog does not care if your hair is combed, or if you are dressed in the latest fashion. He doesn’t even care if you have just washed your hands when you stroke his head. He just loves. He accepts his owners just the way they are…and that is the same way that the Supreme Something accepts us.

If we want to become better people, more loving and more giving…fine, but the Universal Being loves us the way we are and truly helps us become sweeter humans every day. The God in us…the most pleasant special part of us…is very similar to the adoring instinct of loving dogs.

I treasure those years with my Saint-With-Four-Feet…some of the best memories of my life are intertwined with the life of the giving dog. His name was Shannon…he was a saint disguised in the red-gold, satiny sheen of Irish Setter fur.

The Spirit of a big red dog
forever sleek
forever running
Golden ears flying in the celestial wind…
My Saint Shannon is free.

Karila Somer

Last night, I lost my very first bird
He departed Earth, without a word
Just twenty-three years, and in his prime
How I wish for just a little more time.

Time to share in life’s simple pleasures
Sweet memories, I’ll always treasure
Bonds of love, so strong and steady
Why did you leave? I was not ready.

Prana Bird, you lived up to your name
Jubilant, zany, and semi-tame
Smart as a whip, bright as a penny
Your flawless speech astounded many.

Glossy blue feathers, a deep gold chest
A regal macaw, you were the best
Prana means energy, from the Sun
You and the Universe, are now one.

Sadly, Arlene Millman author of BOOMERANG – A MIRACLE TRILOGY (The tale of a remarkable Boston Terrier)

He came to her, this golden child,
Through the shelter, he a bit wild,
Our dancing boy, old Coppertone,
A big fur ball, he loved his new home.

He 13 months of love and joy,
All my things became his toys,
Socks, belts and underwear too,
All these things he’d bring for you.

My wife, myself, and our boy Tone,
Through the woods us three would roam,
His leash in mouth, no help from us,
He’d walk himself without a fuss.

He loved us more than can be told,
I always thought that he’d grow old,
I didn’t know life could be so cold,
I always thought that he’d grow old.

Grateful for our years of fun
We found our second furry one,
A Maltese pal for our first boy
With her he could share his toys.

She’d curl up in his arms so warm,
Little Brit, she felt no harm,
Would come to her, her Coppertone,
Her knight, his golden armor shone.

‘Twas not long before we saw,
The hideous bump, his leg was raw,
If he knew the end was near,
He never showed at all his fear.

To the end he loved us all,
We’d still go out and play rock ball,
And medically we tried to stall
The end for our gold love ball.

In his eyes he was not sad.
His going home, he knew not bad.
If he could speak, he would have said,
“Be not sad, we’ll meet again.”

“The four of us and your new friends,
We ‘II all meet up on Golden Ridge,
Just a stone’s throw from the Rainbow Bridge”

I’m glad these things that l’ve now told.
But I always thought that he’d grow old.
I always thought that he’d grow old,

By John Arthur Newman

Majestic extensions.
He’s gliding on air.
His muscles they ripple.
We all stopped to stare.

He from Nebraska.
She knew right away.
Endless looking at horses.
Found the right one this day.

He danced for her.
His natural movement.
He danced for her.
Was an Equine Ballet.

Trailered him home.
Found what little he knew.
Could run to the left,
at speeds of mach two.

She trained him each day.
She flew through the air.
He didn’t like learning,
and he didn’t fight fear.

But finally came breakthroughs.
He started to pin.
Now going to shows,
he started to win.

He would dance.
His Equine Ballet.
He would dance.

There was some talk,
of him going Grand Prix
Was a race against time.
Yet it wasn’t to be.

The years started flying.
He went up quite fast.
He getting older.
His prime might get past.

But he danced.
Float cross the ring.
And he danced.

The only horse on Earth,
I considered my friend.
We’d play our rough games.
Knock me on my rear end.

My wife never knew
I had taught him this thing.
Dressed in whites at a show,
he knocked her down near the ring.

She rose up and cursed me.
Whites covered in mud.
She yelled “What’d you teach him?”
Thought she’d draw blood.

Still he danced.
His Equine Ballet.
He could dance.

We spent twelve good years.
Our dogs loved him too.
He nuzzled them gently.
Love for them was true.

Always a good guy.
He sure loved my wife.
She’d always made sure.
That he had a great life.

And one day she found him.
Something drastically wrong.
He tried to stand up.
He no longer strong.

He passed away,
from this sudden illness.
In the barn it quite eerie.
He not there, the stillness.

He’s somewhere better,
as he waits for she.
Someday back together.
He loved her you see.

As he waits, he’ll dance.
In some other place,
He’ll just dance.
His Tyler Ballet
and he’ll dance.

We lost out Tyler on October 19th 2001. He was one of our family. he will be greatly missed. This poem is for my wife whom I love. God bless her.

John A. Newman

A sudden splash of liquid amber reds below
The green and yellow mountain base.
Each morning offers a new show.
Chill now blowing hair and face.

I’ve lost my dear sweet kitty.
I miss her even though,
She lived a long and happy life.
It pains me even so.

The rains are fast approaching
And the mornings colder still,
With winter frost encroaching
I feel the bone deep chill.

Tonight I can look forward to
An evening full of laughter.
Not feeling half as blue,
With little paws a pitter patter.

I’ve a newly rescued small companion.
I waited nearly too long in tears.
Her heart as open as a canyon.
Has she no real or imagined fears?

It takes the chill off the winter night
That approaches like demise.
To love again from first sight
A black and white her size.

And so the chapter and the verse
Begin again secure,
And saddened feelings can reverse.
I know it’s not a cure.

A nesting place for my love,
Animals are such good friends.
Sweet Pali fits me like a glove,
As Stubby’s soul ascends.

Karen Pratt

Black Lab born 23 December 94
Oh so loved by me forever more

Ball of beautiful, black, silky fur
Loved greatly you are and were

Given as a Present for Valentine’s Day
Give him up, NO WAY!

Tasty treats for you to earn
Many tricks you did learn

Sit up, also give me five
High five and barks do thrive

Pick up your empty food bowl
Also play dead as you roll

Always knew when I was sad
Cheered me up when things were bad

Put your paw on my leg
To comfort me and not to beg

Loved all kinds of beautiful cats
Didn’t like to wear fancy hats

Cancer grew big on your neck
Vet said he could not do heck

Surgery could not be done
Growth this race it has won

Seven short months have gone by
Now I begin to greatly cry

Ben now having trouble breathing
This loving owner you will be leaving

To the vet to get a shot
Suffering you will do not

Peacefully left me on 27 January 03
To be with my husband in Heaven pain free

In Loving Memory of Ben
23 December 94 – 27 January 03

I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with you tiny paws and soft fur.

You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in awhile, you’d let out a little yelp, just to let me know this was your territory.

Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, “I’m sorry, but I’ll do it again as soon as you’re not watching.”

As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.

When I had a tough day, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, “Welcome hone. I missed you.” You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.

When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then one day old age finally took its toll, and you couldn’t stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the veterinarian. One last time, you were lying next to me.

For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the veterinarian led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head, and looked at me as if to say, “Thank you for taking care of me”

I thought, “No, thank you for taking care of me.”

From Shamrock K.