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Here are a few of my favorite poems.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.


Time To Go
The time has come I think you know
the Lord is calling so I must go
I love you so much; I wish it wasn't so
I wish I could stay; I don't want to go
You're the best family a dog ever had
so kind and gentle, never mean or mad
I'll never forget the day that we met
I was so lucky to become your pet
You opened your door and showed me your heart
I'll never forget you; we'll never part
You loved me and cared for me over the years
you taught me everything and took away my fears
The Lord is calling now I must go
but before I go I want you to know
I know it hurts to lose a friend
but I'll be with you even at the end.
Written by John Quealy
Poem For Cats
And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, I am most able
To decide anything for myself

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly.
For my human friends are troubled.
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That you souls are intertwined for all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is...forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat.
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am...forever and ever and ever.
Author Unknown

Heaven's Doggy-Door
My best friend closed his eyes last night,
As his head was 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 he said, "You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends, He's installed a 'doggy-door'!!!
Jan Cooper '95

Golden Memories
They say memories are golden, well, maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, in death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place no one else could fill.
If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane.
I'd walk the path to Heaven and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us back one by one, the chain will link again.
VICKY HOLDER
In Memory of BABY, MY CHIHUAHUA DIED FROM LUNG CANCER.
SHE WAS MY SERVICE DOG WHEN I HAD EPILEPSY, WARNING ME OF MY SEIZURES.

Creation
When God had made the earth and sky,
the flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
the fish, the birds, and bees
and when at last He'd finished
not one was quite the same.
He said I'll walk this world of mine
and give each one a name.
And so He traveled far and wide
and everywhere He went,
a little creature followed Him
until it's strength was spent.
When all were named upon the Earth
and in the Sky and Sea,
the little creature said, "Dear Lord,
there's no name left for me."
Kindly the Father said to him
"I've left you to the end.
I've turned my own name back to front
and called you DOG, my friend".
Author Unknown
The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this--the last battle--can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
Don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears
You'd not want me to suffer, so.
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me til the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
it is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close--we two--these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Author Unknown

FOR ALL THE GOOD CRITTERS
... and the people who love them...

A man was riding his horse down a road, his dog padding along by their side. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that his horse and dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He nudged the horse toward the gate, and as he got closer, saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friends," gesturing downward towards his horse and dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept animals." The man thought a moment and then turned his horse back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "How about my friends here?" the traveler asked. "There should be a bowl and a bucket by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl and a bucket beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then gave some to the dog while he filled the bucket for his horse. When they all were satisfied, he led his horse back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them, the dog following faithfully behind.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is heaven," was the answer. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

Author Unknown

CLOVER HEAVEN
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

"POOCHIE'S IN HEAVEN"
excerpted from the book entitled
"WHEN ONLY THE LOVE REMAINS:
THE PAIN OF PET LOSS"
by Emily Margaret Stuparyk

You were a bright light for me
My shining star
Now the light has gone out
How will I go on!

I loved you in life and
I love you in death
Such sadness has swept me
Away like a tidal wave
Carried me to another place
And now, someone else remains to grieve
Because my pain is indescribable.

You were my strength
My brave little soldier
And now, the strength has gone from me too
I miss you, so desperately.

You were everything to me
You gave me so much joy
And now, the angels are the lucky ones
As they watch you romp on heaven's greens.

But I too was lucky once,
She loved me with all her heart
We bonded in life, and now in death
I'll carry her wherever I go.





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