A Bridge Called Love – poem

bridge black dog grass

heaven bridge

It takes us back to brighter years,
to happier sunlit days
and to precious moments
that will be with us always.

And these fond recollections
are treasured in the heart
to bring us always close to those
from whom we had to part.

There is a bridge of memories
from earth to Heaven above…
It keeps our dear ones near us
It’s the bridge that we call love.

Author unknown

A Dog’s Prayer

dog drinking

dog drinking

I love pieces of writing which sees life, and death, from the animal’s point of view. So often we are wrapped up in how we feel and what our life is for us with them in our lives.

What about the animal’ persepctive?

A Dog’s Prayer is a lovely poem, similar to my A Single Tear. I hope you enjoy it:

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than mine.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for although I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will teach me more quickly the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when I hear your step.

When the weather is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer used to the bitter elements, and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I would not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.

Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding. To walk by your side, standing ready to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And master, when I am very old, if the greatest master sees fit to deprive me of my health and sight, do not turn me away. Rather see that my trusting life is taken gently and I shall leave you knowing with the last breath I draw, my life was always safe in your hand.

Beth Norman Harris


From Friend to Friend – poem

old dog

old dog

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.

Karen Clouston

Christmas Without My Dog – poem

dog christmas tree

dog christmas tree

The tree is all trimmed.
The gifts are all wrapped.
The hymns are all sung,
And the travel plans mapped.

And still there’s a sadness
That lies in your heart,
For a dog that was lost
And a love now apart.

A stocking is missing,
With toys and a treat.
A lap is now empty,
A space at your feet.

Yet remember this season
God’s small gift to you,
Wonderful memories
To treasure life through.

Author unknown

Dreams and Chin – poem

stream forest


Evening stars, warm gentle breezes blowing
Sitting, watching as Chin play so freely
On my lap, he sits and plays
He seems to contemplate my silent ways

He gives me love, I take these with warm feelings
At night he sleeps upon my pillow
I dream of friends long since departed
Here in my heart, they are still near me

In my dreams I see my old Chin clearly
By a stream he stand open mouth smiling
waiting patiently for me to come playing
In these dreams I see my new Chin playing

Running, spinning and dancing with my old dear friend
He seems to tell him don’t feel sad
For he can’t come and play just now
It’s not his time yet to laugh and run

It’s not his time for eternal fun
Though he thinks of you and he thinks of me
He thinks of the time that is approaching

When we all shall meet by this peaceful stream
We shall all then be able to play for eternity

Jim Rusciano

Erica’s Song – poem

water forest sun

water forest sun

Go Joyously into the spirit and the summerland of youth,
Glory once again in your strength. Run free amid the wildflowers.
Sniff the tantalizing smells among the wooded tangles of the forest.
Sleep in the warm sun beside murmuring brooks.
And when you weary of the green hills and fields of Rainbow Bridge,
follow the bright strand- forged of love which connects us.
It leads to the garden of my soul where a warm welcome always awaits your coming.

Lisa Singer

Forgive Me If I Weep – poem

cat playing sunshine

cat playing sunshine

Forgive me if I weep – he was so sweet,
That little cat who scampered through the house,
Or curled asleep upon the window ledge,
Though still alert to stir of leaf or mouse.

But now he’s gone, whose soft paw often touched
My cheek at the first glint of day;
Or with arched back, skipped through the room,
Enticing me to enter in his play.

Oh God of little cats-my earnest plea
Is that while things are strange to him You may
Scratch his ears sometimes, let him chase
Celestial mice along the Milky Way,

Just for a little while until he finds
Some chosen spot upon the Outer Gate
When he is weary of his running, where he may
Curl in the sunshine, there to sleep-and wait.

Author unknown

Dogs Don’t Have Souls, Do They?

dog vet

dog vet

I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.

Once in a while, you’d let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory.

Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, “I’m sorry, but I’ll do it again as soon as you’re not watching.”

As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.

When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, “Welcome home. I missed you. “You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.

When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than for me to pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn’t stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me.

For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital, perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say,

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

I thought, “No… thank you for taking care of me.”

Chuck Wells

Bruno and the Angel – poem

angel statue

It was very cold and grey, that long ago day, it was the winter of 83.
December, so I’ve heard ’em say.
It was cold and it was grey –
and oh the pain, I remember the pain.

My leg, I can’t move it, it’s broken I know.
I’d close my eyes and the pain was there.
And the cold, and the cold, and the pain.
How long, oh Lord, oh Lord, how long?
How long did I lie there, oh Lord, how long?
And my leg, and the pain, and the cold, the cold.

But God in Heaven – heard my sad whimper and
an angel she was, I know she was an angel. Her
words were kind and her touch was loving.
And the cold was hurt and the leg was hurt.

But there she was and there she is and my angel
was there and the cold fled away I know not where.
And the pain and leg and the cold and the grey
soon faded and faded and faded away.

And when I awoke there was my angel and her words
were kind and her touch was gentle. And she said to me
she said to me; hello Bruno hello. Here’s a friend, friend
Bruno. And his name was Duke and he’s all tan and I’m
black and tan and his name is Duke and me, well bless me
so – cause my name is Bruno – my angel said.

And the cold was gone! And the pain was– well it’s not
so bad. Not with a friend and not with my angel. And time
did pass by weeks and days and months and yes, even years.
What’s time to me, cause I’ve my friend Duke and even more
my angel was there and her touch was gentle and her words were
kind – this angel of mine.

And time did pass and pass did time and then one day my angel
did say – here Bruno – here’s another friend – friend – and this one
was tall and sorta different – why he’s older I thought and bald and
gentle. Gentle is he and bald is he and my angel did say – here Bruno – here’s a friend.

And time did pass and pass did time and the bald one and I – well we
had fun. We would drive and ride and now I’m older – but what the
heck – I like his shoulder. And drive and ride and romp and play –
mid fields with cactus and mesquite we go. Baldy and I – both getting
older – but what the heck – I like his shoulder.

And time did pass and pass did time and I’d see that angel of mine.
And then one day – she’s sad said I – and then she told me – your
friend dear Bruno – he’s gone away to run and play in another time
and another place. And old Duke was gone. Nother place, place.

And the wind is gentle and the grass is green and
there is no pain and no cold there. For she said to me he’s awaiting there
cause by and by as time does pass and pass does time we all must make
that trip you know. And her words were kind and her hands were gentle
and time did pass by months by years and grave yards I’d roam no more.

Oh that was fun – for me – not for them – the cats – the hare – and my oh yes –
a skunk every now and then – for me to catch – oh how I shudder – the smell
the taste – twas ever so awful – but still twas fun for me – not them. Grave
yards – fun – for me – not them. Both getting older – old baldy and me – but
what the heck – I like his shoulder.

There’s something wrong – what has happened – my eyes are dim – my steps
are slow – my joints, they creak – my ears, they droop – why don’t they shout
instead they whisper – I cannot hear – my eyes are dim and nightmares return
oh no, oh no, not the cold again – not the hurt again – get away from me you
demons you.

And time does pass by months by years and grave yards I’d roam no more.
And baldy seems sad – I wonder why – my angel, why she and he, did cry.
I feel his touch, it’s on my head – and this is what I heard was said – good bye
my Bruno – my Brunie – good bye – we’ve travelled far – old baldy and me –
travelled far old baldy and me.

But now – it seems – better for you and better for me – if for awhile to travel –
just me – and then as time does pass by months by years I’ll wait for you across
the bridge – see up there – up there – over the ridge. I’ll wait for you old baldy
and by and by we’ll travel some more. Not older – not older – but then again –
I’ll have your shoulder. Your shoulder. No pain – no pain – no pain – no more.

Oh Bruno, Oh Bruno – I love you so – I heard him say – again – once more.

Radford B Allen