brian brown Posted June 4, 2011 Report Share Posted June 4, 2011 I found this & thought I'd share........ I remember 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paranormal Wolf Posted June 4, 2011 Report Share Posted June 4, 2011 awww this made tears come to my eyes. Very sweet though. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SarahNukka&Shadow Posted June 4, 2011 Report Share Posted June 4, 2011 Sad but beautiful! Thanks for sharing brought tears to my eyes! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mistyrayn Posted June 4, 2011 Report Share Posted June 4, 2011 as much as i read lovely things like this .. i wish i didn't co's i don't ever wanna think of the day one of my girls won't be here.. not sure how i would cope.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mydiamond Posted June 6, 2011 Report Share Posted June 6, 2011 I made one of these poems myself but then I cried when the thoughts of losing Dime came into my mind so I never posted the poem anywhere =( I'll just make a happier poem next time LOL Where can I post a poem about my (alive) dog btw? Just as a random info I was known as a pretty good (not!) poet in another social site =P Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Posted June 6, 2011 Report Share Posted June 6, 2011 I read this one and also found it very touching. http://www.icekingdom.biz/Rainbow_Bridge.shtml Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brian brown Posted June 7, 2011 Author Report Share Posted June 7, 2011 I read this one and also found it very touching. http://www.icekingdom.biz/Rainbow_Bridge.shtml That's lovely. These poems are sad but they also remind you what good friends dogs & humans can be in the relatively short time we have with them Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Austinville Posted June 13, 2011 Report Share Posted June 13, 2011 I found this & thought I'd share........ I remember 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." ........ This poem in particular has helped me through many a long day without my beloved Bo..... I hope that it means as much to others who may not have seen it before. +1 for posting! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brian brown Posted June 13, 2011 Author Report Share Posted June 13, 2011 This poem in particular has helped me through many a long day without my beloved Bo..... I hope that it means as much to others who may not have seen it before. +1 for posting! You're welcome for the poem, it is beautifully written , sad to hear you've lost a friend though Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Austinville Posted June 13, 2011 Report Share Posted June 13, 2011 You're welcome for the poem, it is beautifully written , sad to hear you've lost a friend though Already 15 months ago....his eyes are my avatar. Thankfully, I've found another husky-love - my beautiful and understanding Omryn.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dalibar Posted July 18, 2011 Report Share Posted July 18, 2011 Heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. Even after your loved ones die they will always be with you. It may hurt, but they be watching over you till you can meet them again. Thank you for sharing :> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Removed #5 Posted July 18, 2011 Report Share Posted July 18, 2011 Sad but beautiful! Thanks for sharing brought tears to my eyes! :ditto: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sutsibe Posted July 18, 2011 Report Share Posted July 18, 2011 KNEW I shouldn't read it - outright reduced me to tears! I have two (one my best friend) soon to leave me... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
frankmayfield Posted July 18, 2011 Report Share Posted July 18, 2011 This made me lose it. I lost my avatar Zeke several months ago too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
frankmayfield Posted July 18, 2011 Report Share Posted July 18, 2011 qUNJjIwlHk8 These poems made me think of one written by Jimmy Stewart years ago that he read on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jules dief taz tor Posted July 18, 2011 Report Share Posted July 18, 2011 arg eck cant see propery now. lovely Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brian brown Posted July 18, 2011 Author Report Share Posted July 18, 2011 These poems made me think of one written by Jimmy Stewart years ago that he read on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. That made me cry :cry1:. It just goes to show how much they touch our hearts. A quick search - here's the words: A Dog Named Beau Written by Jimmy Stewart Beau 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Graeme&thepack Posted July 18, 2011 Report Share Posted July 18, 2011 What a lovely poem! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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