Below are some poems Clients have shared with us over the years, we now share them with you
The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... Author unknown...
A Pet Loaned
I'll lend you for a little time
A pet of mine, He Said
For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he's dead
It may be ten or fifteen years
or only two or three
But will you 'til 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 have his lovely memories
As solace for your grief
I cannot promise he will stay
since all from earth return
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this pet to learn
I've looked this wide world over
In my search for teachers true
and from the throngs that crowd lifes lanes
I have selected you
Now will you give him all your love
Not think the labour vain?
Nor hate me when i come to call
And take him back again?
I fancied that I heard them say
Dear Lord thy will be done
For all the joy thy pet shall bring
The risk of grief we'll run
We'll shelter him with tenderness
We'll love him while we may
and for the happiness we've know
forever grateful stay
But should the angels call for him
much sooner that we planned
we'll brace the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand
I'm Still Here
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 havent left you. I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here.
I was close to you at breadkfast, I watched you pour your tea,
You were thinknig of the many times, you 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 wanted 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 your 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 everning, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say Goodnight, 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. By John Norris
When God made the earth and sky,the flowers and the trees
He made all the animals and all the birds and bees
And when his work was finished not one was quite the same
And he said I'll walk this earth of mine and give each one a name
So he travelled land and sea and everywhere he went
A little creature followed him until its strength was spent
When all were named upon the earth and in the sky and sea
The little creature said "Dear Lord there's not one left for me"
The Father smiled and softly said "Ive left you to the end, I've turned my own name back to front and called you DOG my friend:"
Eulogy of the Dog
Gentlemen of the jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.
Gentlemen of the jury: A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death”
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