Pet Loss and Rainbow Bridge

rainbow bridge, pet loss, grief, healing

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

June 6, 2007 at 2:44 pm · Filed under Poetry

Grief

 

I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death–
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
If it could weep, it could arise and go.



				
				
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Immortality

				
June 2, 2007 at 6:40 pm · Filed under Poetry  

									
Immortality 




Do not stand at my grave and weep…

 I am not there.  I do not sleep.

 

 I am a thousand winds that blow.

 I am the diamond glints on snow.

 I am the sunlight on ripened grain, 

 I am the gentle autumn rain.

 When you awake in the morning’s hush,

 I am the swift upflinging rush

 Of quiet birds in circling flight.

 I am the soft starshine at night.

 

 Do not stand at my grave and cry…

 I am not there.  I did not die.

 by Robert Hepburn


 


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From The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

				
May 30, 2007 at 12:47 am · Filed under Poetry,  Special Photos  

									
 IN ONE OF THE STARS

I SHALL BE LIVING

IN ONE OF THEM

I SHALL BE LAUGHING

AND SO IT WILL BE

AS IF ALL THE STARS

WERE LAUGHING WHEN YOU LOOK

AT THE SKY AT NIGHT.


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This is Lottie.


 

 


				
				
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After A While

				
May 24, 2007 at 10:47 pm · Filed under Poetry  

									


After a while you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand

and chaining a soul

and you learn that love doesn’t mean

leaning

and company doesn’t always mean security.


And you begin to learn

that kisses aren’t contracts and

present aren’t promises

and  you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of a woman

not the grief of a child

and you learn

to build all your roads on today

because tolmorrow’s ground is

too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down

in mid-flight.


After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting

for someong to bring you flowers.


And you learn

that you really can endure

that you really are strong

and you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn

with every goodby you learn.



  Written by Veronica Shoffstall  alf-2.jpg       This is Alf.




				
				
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Lend Me a Pup

				
May 20, 2007 at 10:54 pm · Filed under Poetry  

									


I will lend to you

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.


				
				
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The Gift

				
May 20, 2007 at 10:50 pm · Filed under Poetry  

									
I gave a gift to a friend yesterday,

   With a heart not light nor hardly gay.

   Not as a Wiseman come to honor life,

   But just a fool trying trying to do what’s right.

   I gave not because I’m wise or smart,

   But because of a tearing at my heart.

   My friend’s joy in life had long since gone.

   In patient pain the days were long.

   My friend gave to me life at its best,

   So in love, I gave her my gift of death.


jess.jpg                             by Penni Cronk


				
				
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From Sweden

				
May 20, 2007 at 10:44 pm · Filed under Uncategorized  

									
As the wind

   blows the petal from the flower,

   you were taken from us this night

   As the rain moistens the petals

   you lost thy lustre

   But in the memory it grew

   as a flower in the memory

   always is bigger

   than it in the reality,


                                                        was or is.


				
				
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Senator George Vest’s Tribute to a Dog

				
May 17, 2007 at 3:19 am · Filed under Poetry,  Stories  

									
The best friend that a man may          have in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. The son or          daughter he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who          are nearest and dearest, those whom we trust with our hapiness 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 most. A          man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action.          The people who are prone to fall upon 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 clouds upon our heads. 


       The one absolutely unselfish          friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one who never deserts          him, the one who never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. 


      A man’s dog stands by him in          prosperity and 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 from 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 consistent          in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune          drives the master forth as an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless,          the faithful dog will go with him. And when the last scene of all comes,          no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there will the noble          dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert          watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death. 


				
				
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A Pets Prayer to Saint Peter

				
May 16, 2007 at 2:08 am · Filed under Poetry  

									
 


A Pet’s Prayer to Saint Peter


 


I have traveled far to reach this Pearly Gate


But I do not want to wander byond this place.


I just need to rest awhile for my friend I wait.


 


Please let them know I love them still.


Let them know that I understand


What they did, they did with love.


With my body gone, my spirit flew


On the wings of a dove


To my Creator’s Heaven above.


 


Now I ask that I may wait.


I will lay quietly here by the gate.


For if I entered now without my friend,


It wouldn’t be Heaven at all.


 


John Quealy


				
				
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Waiting

				
May 15, 2007 at 12:39 am · Filed under Poetry  

									
WAITING


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I got to the gate of Heaven yesterday

after we said good-bye.

I began to miss you terribly,

because I heard you cry.

Suddently there was an Angel and she asked me

to enter Heaven’s gate.

I asked her if I could stay outside

for someone who’d be late.

I wouldn’t make much noise you see,

I wouldn’t bark or howl.

I’ll only wait here patiently

and play with my tennis ball.

The Angel said I could stay right here

and wait for you to come

Because Heaven just wouldn’t be Heaven

if I went in alone.

So I’ll wait right here, you take your time,

but keep me in your heart.

Because Heaven just wouldn’t be Heaven

without you to warm my heart.


 


				
				
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