For those who grieve for a BFF-Pet

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 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 every day
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~

Thanks for posting this....even though it made me cry.

I've been thinking about my dog Kibbles a lot lately (who I had to have PTS in 2002), and this kind of sums it up. I always feel like she's nearby.

This is beautiful.
It made me cry but its the truth.
I always feel like Diamond (my bff, my kitty, 1995-2006) is following me around like she use to...





Thank you.

That is so beautifully written I am sure that those words are bringing much comfort to many hearts. I often think of the "visitors" who read our forums, but for some reason or the other, remain anonymous instead of joining, but continue to visit just the same. It reminds me of the ferals and strays that visit our feeding stations - we'd love to get to know them, but the most important thing is that they get their needs met.
Bless you for posting this

That is such a beautiful poem, thanks for posting it.

Jan 11 will be a year since Yoshi was pts.
I still feel I betrayed Meeko.
He was her only kitten and she was so upset she ended up very sick a few weeks after Yoshi was pts.
He was only 5.
I really like the poem.

Made me cry too.....I had to have a cat pts resently...and a few b4 her as well....Its always hard but when they are old and lived a good life never being ill until the end....its almost always alittle easier to deal with...My recent one was unexpected....she had cancer and I didn't even know it..Went to the vet ....to get her some med or whatever it was going to take then bring her home...That didn't happen...2 vets recommended I have her pts...She was eating and acting total normal.....I wish I had a million dollars...I would have spent the 1000's it was going to cost....And right now I don't care if she only had weeks/months....because living with this guilt isn't worth anything....I should have taken her home and took my time to decide...but they suggested I not take her home in her condition...Lately I've been thinking of not getting anymore pets..when the ones I have pass..I dunno if thats normal after going thur this..but I dont want to go thru this anymore...Sorry that poem just hit a soft spot

That was beautiful. Made me think of all my past cats that I have shared my life with and especially our Tommyboy, who passed away last Easter Sunday at the young age of 6. There are times when both my wife and I think we have felt him brush our leg. He would always greet you by walking up to you, then spin around and brush your leg with his short stubby tail. Then he would flop on his bak waiting for a belly rub

I couldn`t finish reading. It was beautiful