Dying dog , what can you say?

[Zoey Zendaya]

Does anyone know of a verse I remember reading a long time ago what a dog would say if they could talk to their owner upon dying......

My mom is 85 and has come to the painful conclusion her beloved pet needs to be put down. She is 15 and losing bodily functions, listless ,confused,
won't eat and increasingly so...

Does anyone have poems of comfort I could give her . Monday is the scheduled day....

[lisaly]

Please offer my condolences to your mom.

This site might help you.

Dog Sympathy Cards: Dog Poems and Quotes

I have always found comfort in this:

A Living Love

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember . . .

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter -- simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room -- and when you feel it brush against you for the first time -- it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet -- and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day -- if your friend and whatever higher being you believe in have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own -- on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you -- you will feel as long as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul -- a bit smaller in size than your own -- seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.

And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg -- very very lightly.

And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lie -- you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart--
-
As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when -- along with the memory of your pet -- and piercing through the heaviness in your heart -- there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love -- like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow -- and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets -- it is a Love we will always possess.

~~by Martin Scot Kosins

[Zoey Zendaya]

Originally Posted by lisaly

Please offer my condolences to your mom.

This site might help you.

Dog Sympathy Cards: Dog Poems and Quotes

I have always found comfort in this:

A Living Love

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember . . .

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter -- simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room -- and when you feel it brush against you for the first time -- it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet -- and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day -- if your friend and whatever higher being you believe in have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own -- on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you -- you will feel as long as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul -- a bit smaller in size than your own -- seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.

And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg -- very very lightly.

And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lie -- you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart--
-
As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when -- along with the memory of your pet -- and piercing through the heaviness in your heart -- there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love -- like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow -- and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets -- it is a Love we will always possess.

~~by Martin Scot Kosins

That's beautiful thank you
I found pet loss.com and am crying my eyes out reliving the loss of my Little Lacy 15 years ago....this is going to be sooo hard.

[docmartin]

Originally Posted by Zoey Zandaya

Does anyone know of a verse I remember reading a long time ago what a dog would say if they could talk to their owner upon dying......

My mom is 85 and has come to the painful conclusion her beloved pet needs to be put down. She is 15 and losing bodily functions, listless ,confused,
won't eat and increasingly so...

Does anyone have poems of comfort I could give her . Monday is the scheduled day....

So sorry dear little person, I love this one:

[Zoey Zendaya]

Originally Posted by docmartin

So sorry dear little person, I love this one:

I love that too! Thank you

[Maximo]

I am so sorry for your mom that she has to say goodbye to her beloved girl.

[MauiGirl]

Sorry your Mom is having to make this difficult decision. The poem that was meaningful for me when my 16 yr old Schnauzer Niko was at the end and I had to make that decision is this one:

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

-- Unknown

[Verbena]

I am so sorry about your Mom's Dog. . .here is one that I love

Dog prayer

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.

Author ~ Unknown

[Zoey Zendaya]

Originally Posted by Maximo

I am so sorry for your mom that she has to say goodbye to her beloved girl.

Thanks Kristen ....we all do feel each other's pain during these times don't we....some I can read ...some I can't ....God Bless us all....

[Zoey Zendaya]

Originally Posted by Verbena

I am so sorry about your Mom's Dog. . .here is one that I love

Dog prayer

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.

Author ~ Unknown

Lovely...oh my gosh.... Can't help😭

[AZME]

I am so sorry. And ironically I have no verse and I am a poet. (go figure…but at some point I will be ready to write about this loss, having had to put down my sweet Louis a week ago). In the end I knew he was at peace and that it would be me who would now suffer.

And that's the truth. When he could no longer stand and was toppling over and looking at me like "what the hell do something" I had seen this same look in my sister's eyes as she lay dying from brain cancer some years back. Except I couldn't help her…I could only watch her life slip away, my only sister and best friend. It was agonizing to watch. She implored me with her eyes to help her but I couldn't. She was terminal from her diagnosis. And in a way I guess we are all terminal from our first breath.

And so the relief I felt when Louis took his last breath last Saturday morning as I held him and he passed and I kissed his warm furry ears for the last time and I knew his suffering had been minimized was real. How could I feel relieved after putting my best buddy down? I knew his life had been his own and that we'd crossed every hurdle together… through illnesses, and aging, liver congestion, bouts with pancreatitis, incontinence and arthritis and still we'd walked a nice walk daily until the last day and even then a short walk in the garden one last sniff of the lavender and even a little fertilizing of my limelight hydrangea.

It's hard to lose our best little friend but it is harder to fail them when they need us most to let them go to a place where their body never aches, they catch every rabbit (and then maybe make friends) they can roll in whatever they like, chase every ball down like a champ, have yummy perpetual treats and drink water from a cool spring. I wish you both peace in this decision. I think the anticipation is really one of the most difficult things I have ever experienced, but the licks I got on my face and a snuggle from Louis at the Vet's that morning and my little buddies calm demeanor was his thank you to me.

[docmartin]

Originally Posted by AZME

I am so sorry. And ironically I have no verse and I am a poet. (go figure…but at some point I will be ready to write about this loss, having had to put down my sweet Louis a week ago). In the end I knew he was at peace and that it would be me who would now suffer.

And that's the truth. When he could no longer stand and was toppling over and looking at me like "what the hell do something" I had seen this same look in my sister's eyes as she lay dying from brain cancer some years back. Except I couldn't help her…I could only watch her life slip away, my only sister and best friend. It was agonizing to watch. She implored me with her eyes to help her but I couldn't. She was terminal from her diagnosis. And in a way I guess we are all terminal from our first breath.

And so the relief I felt when Louis took his last breath last Saturday morning as I held him and he passed and I kissed his warm furry ears for the last time and I knew his suffering had been minimized was real. How could I feel relieved after putting my best buddy down? I knew his life had been his own and that we'd crossed every hurdle together… through illnesses, and aging, liver congestion, bouts with pancreatitis, incontinence and arthritis and still we'd walked a nice walk daily until the last day and even then a short walk in the garden one last sniff of the lavender and even a little fertilizing of my limelight hydrangea.

It's hard to lose our best little friend but it is harder to fail them when they need us most to let them go to a place where their body never aches, they catch every rabbit (and then maybe make friends) they can roll in whatever they like, chase every ball down like a champ, have yummy perpetual treats and drink water from a cool spring. I wish you both peace in this decision. I think the anticipation is really one of the most difficult things I have ever experienced, but the licks I got on my face and a snuggle from Louis at the Vet's that morning and my little buddies calm demeanor was his thank you to me.

Oh my gosh what beautiful words and sentiment. I'm 69 in November, Crystal's just gone 18 months today. My only desire is that I go on first and I want her little lead in my hand, so I'm ready to play when we meet again.

[Zoey Zendaya]

Originally Posted by AZME

I am so sorry. And ironically I have no verse and I am a poet. (go figure…but at some point I will be ready to write about this loss, having had to put down my sweet Louis a week ago). In the end I knew he was at peace and that it would be me who would now suffer.

And that's the truth. When he could no longer stand and was toppling over and looking at me like "what the hell do something" I had seen this same look in my sister's eyes as she lay dying from brain cancer some years back. Except I couldn't help her…I could only watch her life slip away, my only sister and best friend. It was agonizing to watch. She implored me with her eyes to help her but I couldn't. She was terminal from her diagnosis. And in a way I guess we are all terminal from our first breath.

And so the relief I felt when Louis took his last breath last Saturday morning as I held him and he passed and I kissed his warm furry ears for the last time and I knew his suffering had been minimized was real. How could I feel relieved after putting my best buddy down? I knew his life had been his own and that we'd crossed every hurdle together… through illnesses, and aging, liver congestion, bouts with pancreatitis, incontinence and arthritis and still we'd walked a nice walk daily until the last day and even then a short walk in the garden one last sniff of the lavender and even a little fertilizing of my limelight hydrangea.

It's hard to lose our best little friend but it is harder to fail them when they need us most to let them go to a place where their body never aches, they catch every rabbit (and then maybe make friends) they can roll in whatever they like, chase every ball down like a champ, have yummy perpetual treats and drink water from a cool spring. I wish you both peace in this decision. I think the anticipation is really one of the most difficult things I have ever experienced, but the licks I got on my face and a snuggle from Louis at the Vet's that morning and my little buddies calm demeanor was his thank you to me.

In sympathy and understanding.....

Your Pets In Heaven

by Ken D. Conover

To have loved and then said farewell, is better than to have never loved at all.
For all of the times that you have stooped and touched my head, fed me my favorite treat and returned the love that I so unconditionally gave to you.
For the care that you gave to me so unselfishly.
For all of these things I am grateful and thankful.

I ask that you not grieve for the loss, but rejoice in the fact that we lived, loved and touched each others lives. My life was fuller because you were there, not as a master/owner, but as my FRIEND.

Today I am as I was in my youth. The grass is always green, butterflies flit among the flowers and the Sun shines gently down upon all of God's creatures.
I can run, jump, play and do all of the things that I did in my youth. There is no sickness, no aching joints and no regrets and no aging.

We await the arrival of our lifelong companions and know that togetherness is forever.
You live in our hearts as we do in yours. Companions such as you are so rare and unique.
Don't hold the love that you have within yourself. Give it to another like me and then I will live forever. For love never really dies, and you are loved and missed as surely as we are.

Your Pets In Heaven

[lisaly]

Originally Posted by AZME

I am so sorry. And ironically I have no verse and I am a poet. (go figure…but at some point I will be ready to write about this loss, having had to put down my sweet Louis a week ago). In the end I knew he was at peace and that it would be me who would now suffer.

And that's the truth. When he could no longer stand and was toppling over and looking at me like "what the hell do something" I had seen this same look in my sister's eyes as she lay dying from brain cancer some years back. Except I couldn't help her…I could only watch her life slip away, my only sister and best friend. It was agonizing to watch. She implored me with her eyes to help her but I couldn't. She was terminal from her diagnosis. And in a way I guess we are all terminal from our first breath.

And so the relief I felt when Louis took his last breath last Saturday morning as I held him and he passed and I kissed his warm furry ears for the last time and I knew his suffering had been minimized was real. How could I feel relieved after putting my best buddy down? I knew his life had been his own and that we'd crossed every hurdle together… through illnesses, and aging, liver congestion, bouts with pancreatitis, incontinence and arthritis and still we'd walked a nice walk daily until the last day and even then a short walk in the garden one last sniff of the lavender and even a little fertilizing of my limelight hydrangea.

It's hard to lose our best little friend but it is harder to fail them when they need us most to let them go to a place where their body never aches, they catch every rabbit (and then maybe make friends) they can roll in whatever they like, chase every ball down like a champ, have yummy perpetual treats and drink water from a cool spring. I wish you both peace in this decision. I think the anticipation is really one of the most difficult things I have ever experienced, but the licks I got on my face and a snuggle from Louis at the Vet's that morning and my little buddies calm demeanor was his thank you to me.

I am deeply sorry for both of your losses. Your words are so beautiful and the love so palpable. Louis was a lucky little dog to be loved by you, and I'm sure you feel the same about having Louis' love.

[AZME]

Just wanted to let you know that I am thinking of you and your Mom today