mint Posted March 6, 2009 Share Posted March 6, 2009 Please keep the poems coming; I am enjoying them so very much![:D] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dianes Posted March 7, 2009 Share Posted March 7, 2009 When this happened to me a couple of years ago, I posted on here like you, and was overwhelmed by the support of people. It is such a sad thing, and my heart goes out to you. Someone posted me a poem, and I can't remember how it goes, but the gist of it is that your dog will play in heaven with the other dogs until one day his ears prick up and he turns and runs to be reunited with his owner. It's not the sort of thing I would normally read, but it was a lovely and comforting image.We were going to wait about 6 months before getting another dog, but in the end got one a few weeks later. We couldn't bear the house feeling so empty.Good luck,Diane Edit: I wasn't swearing above ... lets just say his ears perk up! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frenchie Posted March 7, 2009 Share Posted March 7, 2009 The following is a song that always makes me cry, but it is sooo beautiful. Really poetic, by one of the great French singers Jean FerratHe composed it for his dog, OURAL, who had passed away. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nkUgYV5LrsOURAL OURALOUJean Ferrat (France)C'est dans l'aube chère à VerlaineQue tu courais notre domaineHumant l'air des quatre saisonsOdeurs de thym et de bruyèreSous tes pattes fraîches légèresS'élevaient comme une oraisonBerger des landes familièresTu vivais digne et solitaireAnimal doué de raisonJ'écris ce jour anniversaireOù tu reposes sous la terreA deux pas de notre maisonHourrah oural ouralouOural ouralouHourrah oural ouralouOural ouralouOn voit souvent des souverainesA la place des rois qui règnentRien qu'en posant leurs yeux dessusIl faut se méfier du paraîtreDe nous deux qui était le maîtreNous ne l'avons jamais bien suTu vécus la vie parisienneLa nuit sur les quais de la SeineLes music-halls et les tournéesEt cette vie qui fût la mienneIl me semble que tu l'entraînesA la semelle de tes souliersHourrah oural ouralouOural ouralouHourrah oural ouralouOural ouralouJour après jour il faut l'admettreVoir ceux qu'on aime disparaîtreC'est ce qui fait vieillir trop tôtAu paradis des chiens peut-êtreTon long museau à la fenêtreTu nous accueilleras bientôtAu triple galop caracoleJe vois tes pattes qui s'envolentChevauchant l'herbe et les nuéesLe vent siffle dans ton pelageVole vole mon loup sauvageComme au temps des vertes annéesHourrah oural ouralouOural ouralouHourrah oural ouralouOural ouralou Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dog Posted March 7, 2009 Share Posted March 7, 2009 Four Feet in HeavenYour favorite chair is vacant now...No eager purrs to greet me.No softly padded paws to runEcstatically to meet me.No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cryWill say it's time for feeding.I've put away your bowl, and allThe things you won't be needing;But I will miss you little friend,For I could never measureThe happiness you brought me,The comfort and the pleasure.And since God put you here to shareIn earthly joy and sorrow;I'm sure there'll be a place for youIn Heaven's bright tomorrow...Alice E. Chase Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poppy Posted March 10, 2009 Share Posted March 10, 2009 I had the same decision to make last friday.I very kind person sent this to me and it has really helped me and my family, I hope it does the same for you?http://rainbowsbridge.com/Poem.htm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dragonrouge Posted March 14, 2009 Author Share Posted March 14, 2009 Thanks Poppy I am so grateful. It is tough and the mornings are difficult with the so-called routines that I had to do. I remember Jean Claude with so much love and in his pomp he truly was a wonderful specimen. I have had so many Bassets and he was by far the most handsome and he knew it. I remember the walks through Chepstow woods and where we once lived. I remember the holidays at our then Normandie second home with all its land and just opening the front door and to see him return some time later after a joyous time in the grounds.The simple things are now missing and I have to close now for I am in tears and as I said before I do not think I can get through this its is destroying me.I am sorry for the lateness of the acknowledgement but have been away for a few days and the empty house on our return has just about broken me.with my kindest regards Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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