Pet Loss Poetry


The following poems are dedicated to all the Kindred Spirits from the magnificent animal kingdom who have blessed our lives with their presence and now wait for us on the Rainbow Bridge.

Ode to I Ching
By Tony D'Agnese

Close your eyes now,
my longtime friend,
and let this
time of suffering
come to a peaceful end.
We'll walk together
soon, I'm sure,
as winter turns to spring,
when snow gives way
to budding leaves
and birds begin to sing.
The gentle breeze
shall call your name
along the water's edge.
For what you meant
and what we shared
shall never be forgot.
Your friendship spans
the years behind,
your memory ahead.
You'll always be
there next to me,
companion and good friend.



Author Unknown:

...I shall see beauty
but none to match your living grace.
I shall hear music
but none as sweet as the droning song
with which you loved me.
I shall fill my days
but I shall not, cannot forget.
Sleep soft, dear friend...


For Katrina's Sundial
Henry van Dyke

Time is
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love,
Time is eternity.


By Edwin Arnold

Farewell, master, yet not farewell
Where I go, ye too shall dwell
I am gone, before your face
A moment’s time, a little space
When ye come where I have stepped
Ye will wonder why ye wept.


By Jean Foster

I was young!
I ran like the wind and
The world glistened, fresh and new
With each season.
Colorful leaves raced across the lawn,
Crisp and elusive.
Snowflakes danced in howling winds,
But winter posed no threat.
I was young!
Each season blended into the next,
And each displayed its beauty.
The years passed.
Your joys were mine, as were your sorrows;
Our love grew in understanding and
I served you faithfully.
Now, out of your love for me
I ask you courage.
I am old!
My sight has dimmed.
I no longer greet each season with joy.
I cannot run and my body knows pain.
So have the wisdom, dear friend, out of love,
To bid me farewell, and send me on my way with dignity.
And cherish each season that we shared,
For they are eternity.


Author Unknown:

You fought hard to stay alive, my friend.
In the end, though, you couldn’t conquer death.
But neither did death conquer you.
Death cures all diseases, mends all broken bones,
Breaks all chains.
And made you free at last.


Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,
Pangless except for us--
Who slowly ford the Mystery
Which thou hast leaped across!

Emily Dickinson


My Little Cat Ghost
By Lynette Combs

The years I've worn you,
warm upon my shoulder,
ended here...
surprised to find us older.

And there was nothing
left to do today
but hold you close
and help you on your way.

Be still, my little cat,
Be well; be free.
I know that you are somewhere near,
and loving me.



Beware the Leash

By Shannon and Maureen Andrews

It looks quite harmless
On the pet shop wall.
It’s just a training tool
To teach, protect, that’s all.

One end is for your friend,
One end you will hold
It easily unattaches,
Or so you have been told.

But what about the perfect fit
Molded by good times shared?
A bond has subtly grown
Because two hearts have cared.

It’s no longer leather;
It seeks no restraining.
A ribbon of love has formed
Attachment unending.

Too soon the heartstring sags,
Leather reclaims the wall.
Numbly your grasp searches;
One end is filled—that’s all.

Beware the leash, my friends.
Its powers are great indeed.
For if it ties your hearts,

They will know eternity.




Mary’s Cat

For Lucien


By Ethel Pochocki


he came

like clockwork

every day at four,

those leonine paws

in imperious trot,

as if some inner alarm

roused him from his world

of couch and window

and hunting in the attic,

hurrying him to my lap

to greet the first Hail Mary

and settle in, the heft of him

warming my knees,

and in the mix of prayer and purr,

we meandered through the mysteries,

the beads disappearing into his fur

like ripe plums dropping into grass.


when he died,

I carried him to the rocker

for one last go-round,

one last rosary

before the angel came—

the glorious, of course,

resurrection being apt—

I anointed him with my tears,

blessed the small wrinkled ears,

the velvet paws growing cold,

the once triumphant plume of tail

now a ratty flag,

limp to surrender.



every day at four

when I journey the beads


in mind’s eye, I see him

leap into the lap

of answered prayer,

Mary caressing

the tawny length of him,

as, in full throttle purr,

he kneads her robe

to his ecstatic



Ethel Pochocki is the author of several children’s books including The Blessing of the Beasts, Paraclete Press 2007. Beautifully illustrated by Barry Moser.





Where to Bury a Dog
By Den Ilur Lampanon

…there is one place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you already have,
he will come to you when you call—
come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death,
and down the well-remembered path,
and to your side again.
And though you will call a dozen living dogs to heel
they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming,
for he is yours and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you,
who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
who hear no whimper pitched too fine for audition,
people who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth knowing.
The best place to bury a dog
is in the heart of his master.





And now we lay you down to sleep

You’re finally at rest

Our love for you we’ll always keep

You were the very best

You gave us joy for all those years

A memory for each new day

Then came the day of all my fears

The day you passed away

A part of us you took with you

And I can’t stand the pain

But when this life on earth is through

I know we’ll meet again.

Unknown author


All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small.
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Cecil Frances Alexander

For many more pet loss poems, quotes and tributes, visit Comfort for Grieving Animal Lovers at GriefHealing.com.

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