Please, don't ask me if I'm over it yet
        I'll never be over it

        Please, don't tell me she's in a better place
        She isn't with me

        Please, don't say at least she isn't suffering
        I haven't come to terms with why she had to suffer at all

        Please, don't tell me you know how I feel
        Unless you have lost a pet

        Please, don't ask me if I feel better
        Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up

        Please, don't tell me at least you had her for so many years
        What year would you choose for your pet to die?

        Please, don't tell me God never gives us more than we can bear
        Please, just tell me you are sorry

        Please, just say you remember my pet, if you do
        Please, just let me talk about my pet

        Please, mention my pet's name
        Please, just let me cry.


        The mention of my pet's name
        May bring tears to my eyes,
        But it never fails to bring
        Music to my ears.

        If you are really my friend,
        Let me hear the beautiful music
        Of her name
        It soothes my broken heart
        And sings to my soul.


        Death is nothing at all.
        I have only slipped away into the next room.
        I am I, and you are you.
        Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
        Call me by my old familiar name,
        Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
        Put no difference in your tone,
        With no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
        Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
        Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
        Let it be spoken without effort, without the trace of a shadow on it.
        Life means all that it ever meant.
        It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
        Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, with no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?


        She was only a dog, they say
        get over it already, they tell me
        don't grieve too long, I heard
        not like she was a child,
        she was only a dog.

        So she never "learned to walk"
        and she never had to be burped
        I never had to diaper her
        or watch her begin to crawl,
        she was only a dog.

        She was the child of my heart
        the dog of my dreams
        the one who felt all my feelings
        the one I could hold and hug
        and she was only a dog.

        Only a dog
        she was the lover of my soul
        the first in my heart
        the one I long to see
        the one who will bring me home.

        I hear her in my dreams
        I watch for her at night
        I know that we will be as one again
        and as I lay down
        I thank God he gave me
        only a dog
        © 2000 - AAF (written especially for LRM & Robin)


        Go ahead and mention my pet, the one that died, you know.
        Don't worry about hurting me further, the depth of my pain doesn't show.
        Don't worry about making me cry, I'm already crying inside.
        Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I'm trying to hide.
        I'm hurt when you just keep silent, pretending she didn't exist.
        I'd rather you'd mention my pet, knowing that she has been missed.
        You asked me how I'm doing, I say "pretty good" or "fine",
        But healing is something on-going, I feel like it will take a lifetime.


        Lend me a Pup

        I will lend to you for awhile
        a puppy, God said,
        For you to love him while he lives
        and to mourn for him when he is gone.
        Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
        or maybe for two 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 that he will stay,
        since all from earth return,
        But there are lessons taught below
        I want this pup to learn.

        I've looked the whole world over
        in search of teachers true
        And from the folk that crowd 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 pup back again.

        I fancied that I heard them say
        "Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done,"
        For all the joys this pup will bring,
        the risk of grief you'll run.
        Will you shelter him with tenderness
        Will you love him while you may
        And for the happiness you'll know forever grateful stay.

        But should I call him back
        much sooner than you've planned
        Please brave the bitter grief that comes
        and try to understand.
        If, by your love, you've managed
        my wishes to achieve,
        In memory of him that you've loved,
        cherish every moment with your faithful bundle,
        and know he loved you too.


        FROM FRIEND TO FRIEND

        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 'til 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.


        A Letter To God

        Dear God,

        Please remember these few things when taking care of my boy, He likes to walk back and forth in the pond, chasing the blue gills, watching close for you to reel in the "big one". He will then "hold" the stringer for you. Please take him fishing.

        The lizards in the tree stumps won't be safe anymore, so you'd better hide the lizards.

        If you put dog bones in your robes, he will "wave" at you until you give him one. Give him two.

        His day bed is the one closest to the fireplace. If there is a girl lying in it he will come and rest his head on your knee until you remove her. His bedtime is 8 pm; please help him up the stairs.

        Don't leave freshly baked pies on the counter, no matter how crippled he becomes, he will always eat it. Blueberry is his favorite, with just a little cinnamon.

        If there is a child in the water he will bring it out, especially if it is having a good time. If there is a small child walking with a cracker, he will keep the child from overeating. Please give him a child to follow.

        Don't leave any ladders leaning against your house, he will be found on the roof.

        I hope there is a playground nearby with lots of kids, he will wait his turn at the slide, and bark when he gets to the bottom.

        Be careful when you spell out words like "C-A-R R-I-DE". and " E-A-T," even "B-U-N-N-Y", He knows how to spell, you had better be ready to follow through.

        When you take him on a trip, and stop to rest, just tell him to " be a good Boy", he will lift his leg whether he has to go or not.

        He can't "go" with a leash on, it makes him cough. In fact don't even show him a leash, he will choke.

        He also can't go for a walk without his Dummy in his mouth, He can't make it past the gate, he likes the orange one the best.

        The top of his head will become pointed if you don't kiss it often during the day. Then his hats won't fit.

        He can't sleep unless he is on the right side of the bed.

        When you give him a marrow bone, make sure his mom is there too, he likes to use her back as a table and get her all slimy.

        If you tell him to "stay", make sure you come back to release him, he will stay there for days.

        During the football games, if you get a chip, he gets a chip.

        He doesn't like the nuts with the shell on them, peel them please.

        If you go to the lake then stop for ice cream on the way home, he always gets the first lick and then the bottom of the cone too, please.

        Don't use a Buoy to tie off your boat, he will spend all afternoon trying to drag it to shore.

        If you take him camping, he has to sleep between you and Mrs. God, on the softest part of the foam pad.

        When the Japanese Tourists get off the bus at the Grand Canyon have them take a group photo instead of one at a time, he gets too tired of smiling.

        Don't get mad at him when you come home and his head is in the dog food bin, He has to stretch is stomach muscles every now and then.

        That's all for now God, Tell him we love him, miss him and hope he likes the food up there.

        Author Unknown


        A Little Dog Angel

        High up in the courts of heaven today
        A little dog angel waits;
        with the other angels he will not play,
        but he sits alone at the gates,
        "For I know that my master will come,"says he,
        "And when he comes he will call for me."

        And his master far on the earth below,
        As he sits in his easy chair,
        Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
        For the dog that is not there:
        And the little dog angel cocks his ears
        And dreams that his master's call he hears.

        And I know that at last when his master waits
        Outside, in the dark and cold
        for the hand of death to open the gates
        that lead to thos courts of gold,
        The little dog angels' eager bark
        Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

        Author Unknown


        Eternal Sleep

        It wasn't all that long ago
        I ran the dusty track for show,
        devoted and driven my face pierced the wind
        as race after race I fought to contend.
        Slow at the turn and lacking in grace
        I did what I could but I never placed.

        I loved to run hard and hear the crowd roar
        yet those cheers turned to boos when I didn't score.
        Folks lost their money when they bet on me
        they tagged me a loser, said "Retire number three!"
        I had no idea what I was likely to find
        as I walked from the track for the very last time.

        My person was waiting, eyes teared and face so long
        I sensed inside the sadness that this time I'd not go home.
        I tried to change my person's mind and wagged my mighty tail
        but I knew deep down without a doubt, like racing I had failed.
        We drove along the country roads till we came upon a town
        where erected off the main drag was a place known as the pound.

        A pretty woman came outside and took me from my crate
        my person signed the papers and with one look at my face
        said, "I'm sorry that I have to go and leave you here to sleep
        but you're not as fast as others, you no longer earn your keep"
        I felt my heart break into bits and walked with head bent low
        I knew that it was over and I had no place to go.

        Inside the dingy building I was checked and tagged and weighed,
        a voice said, "We will put him down, tomorrow if not today."
        I heard the pretty woman state, "Don't look him in the eye,
        he has that greyhound gaze that says, 'I do not want to die.'
        They put me in a kennel with the others on death row,
        I lay down on the concrete and moaned so soft and low.

        Morning filtered through the glass, I stretched my weary bones
        the pretty woman came to me and said, "It's time to go."
        The hall was long and stark and cold, I did not cry or weep
        I used my eyes and face and soul to halt eternal sleep.
        She tried her best to use defense and look away from me,
        she seemed to know how wrong it was to do this deadly deed.

        She bent down close and held my face against her silken cheek,
        the needle entered my front leg and quickly I felt weak.
        I heard the pretty woman sob as she lay me on the floor,
        I saw a last glimpse of her face and then I saw no more.
        I may not have been the fastest dog to ever run the track
        I just wish someone had loved me so I could have loved them back.


        Copyright 1996-1998 by Terri Onorato.


        Listen With Your Heart

        Memories are like treasures
        time cannot take away.
        So may we be surrounded
        by happy ones today.
        May all the love and tenderness
        of golden days and years well spent
        Come back today to fill our hearts
        with beauty and content.
        And may we walk down memory lane
        and meet the ones we love,
        For while we cannot see them,
        they'll be watching from above....
        So, for their sakes, be happy
        and show them that their love
        Has proven strong enough and big enough
        to reach down from above.
        Mattie Brainard


        Old Dog In A Locket

        Old dog in a locket
        That lays next to my heart
        I will always love you
        As I did right from the start.

        You were right beside me
        Through the darkest of my days
        It was your kind and gentle nature
        That made me want to stay.

        Now I hold you in my arms
        Your breath still warm against my hand
        Our hearts still beat together
        And I wonder if you understand.

        Through the hours that I held you
        Before the light did leave your soul
        I knew a way to keep you
        Forever in my hold.

        I snipped the hair from around your eyes
        So I would always see
        The beauty that surrounds me
        Even in times of need.

        I snipped the hair from around your ears
        So I would always hear
        Music in the distance
        To quiet any fears.

        I snipped the hair from across your back
        To bring me strength in time of need
        And the power of your essence
        Would always be with me.

        I snipped the hair from around your heart
        That beat in time with mine
        So I would know that love would find me
        At some distant time.

        And so, your life slipped out of mine
        On a quiet Spring like day
        But I knew that a part of you
        Was always here to stay.

        Old dog in a locket
        That lays next to my heart
        I will always love you
        Even though we had to part.

        Heidi Stamm


        May I Go?

        May I go now?
        Do you think the time is right?
        May I say goodbye to pain filled days
        and endless lonely nights?

        I've lived my life and done my best,
        an example tried to be.
        So can I take that step beyond
        and set my spirit free?

        I didn't want to go at first,
        I fought with all my might.
        But something seems to draw me now
        to a warm and loving light.

        I want to go. I really do.
        It's difficult to stay.
        But I will try as best I can
        to live just one more day.

        To give you time to care for me
        and share your love and fears.
        I know you're sad and afraid,
        because I see your tears.

        I'll not be far, I promise that,
        and hope you'll always know
        that my spirit will be close to you
        wherever you may go.

        Thank you so for loving me.
        You know I love you, too.
        That's why it's hard to say goodbye
        and end this life with you.

        So hold me now just one more time
        and let me hear you say,
        because you care so much for me,
        you'll let me go today.

        Susan A. Jackson


        My Gift To Jesus

        I wish someone had given little 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 own 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 His masters 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...
        My old pal so dear to me
        And I smile through my tears on this first day alone
        knowing they're in eternity.

        author unknown


        Treasured Friend

        I lost a treasured friend today
        The little dog who used to lay
        Her gentle head upon my knee
        And share her silent thoughts with me...
        She'll come no longer to my call
        Retrieve no more her favorite ball
        A voice far greater than my own
        Has called her to His golden throne.

        Although my eyes are filled with tears,
        I thank Him for the happy years
        He let her spend down here with me
        And for her love and loyalty.
        When it is time for me to go
        And join her there, this much I know...
        I shall not fear the transient dark
        For she will greet me with her bark.

        Author Unknown



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