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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 re-assure 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 everyday.
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.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, 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.

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Thanks for the poem! We lost Moose, our beloved Golden Retriever on 9/27/13 and it still hurts us both! My wife and I both read the poem through tear filled eyes.
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Saw this over the weekend...

I realized that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them,
and every new dog who comes into my life gives me a piece of their heart.
If I live long enough, all of the parts of my heart will be dog,
and I will finally become as generous and loving as they are.

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That's a good one, thanks for posting.

Another good one here. Whenever I read it, I always hear it in Jimmy's voice.

A Dog Named Beau

Written by Jimmy Stewart


He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.

Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.

And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.

And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.


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Very hard on your heart to lose a family member, but do remember you still have many years to love and there are so many waiting to be loved.

When the sadness fades take another into your heart. I'm going to make this a sticky for the poetry content.

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I have lost a few close friends and hope to see them again someday.
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The cadence is very reminiscent of Dr. Seuss. :biggrin: Cried myself to sleep a few times in my life over canine buddies lost or killed by some #%^@&*% murderer.
Strangely enough it never bothered me to see a dead cat though, nor did it bother my dog, as he often made some that way.

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The only problem with dogs is they don't live long enough...and it really does hurt to lose one. Especially when my dogs have always been my kids.

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“I wish someone had given Jesus a dog”

Lost my Fi (Avatar) in March of 2013. Still cry for her each day, several times a day, and probably will to my last mortal moment. Then we'll be together and I will die with a wonderful smile on this mortal face. She has let me know in unmistakable ways that she is still with me, and in God's Heaven - surrounded with love more intense and pure than anything we could comprehend. My tears of grief are now mostly tears of gratitude to God for his blessing of pure love, bundled up in a Great Dane named Fi. This poem, from Rudy, sorta says it all...

I wish someone had given Jesus a dog.
As loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog,
Would have followed Him all through the day.
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away.
To face death alone and apart.
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Master’s Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand and barked it’s delight,
For The One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
The old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
Knowing they’re in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, “Wait, I’m coming with you!”
And trotted along behind.

Rudyard Kipling


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Made me cry. My guys have always given so much. A few decades ago I went thru a period of grief that darn near took me. I would collapse on the floor and just fall asleep. The guys would huddle around me and cuddle in. Upon awaking I saw relieved faces. God, thank you for the best work ever.

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All kinds. Enamored of their mechanisms!
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Glad this thread was brought back up! A real tear jerker. Our 10 year old beloved mutt has epilepsy. (with papers, half beagle, half Boston Terrier - a Boggle or Boglan terrier).

thank you. AC

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Mark, Gunscrew, this is a thread that needs to stay alive! We are all likely "owners" of pets and dogs (God just shares them with us!), and the math says we will likely outlive them. Perhaps that is what God intended - to show us a loss of love for which we will turn to Him for comfort and love.

I've had five dogs in my 65 years of life; my Fi was the only mortal one - human or animal - that reached out to me from Heaven, and that has changed my life forever. It is really quite revealing and illuminating, and unquestionable. There is no purer love in this mortal life than what a pooch provides.

Gunscrew, give your pooch as much love as you can - you'll regret not doing so. He/she will be fine - there is most certainly an after-life for them, surrounded by love more incredible than we could imagine, in which they will welcome you when your time comes. Consider the happiness you feel with him or her - particularly when being greeted - and that feeling will be rewarded ten-fold when it comes time when you are reunited. You just gotta do your part to be worthy of God's Graces that brought you together.
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