Poetry For Pets
Do Dogs Go To Heaven?
My little bully passed away, no more to breathe a sound,
I held him for the last time then entombed him in the ground.
Day and night I wept so much, in tears I thought I'd drown.
I searched my soul for comfort but no peace therein was found.
In great despair I hit my knees and then began to pray.
"Father, will I ever see my dog again someday?"
I raised my eyes and saw an angel standing near a gate,
I sensed an inner peace I'd never felt before that day.
The angel smiled and said to me:"O Man of little faith!
God sees every bird that falls, He knows your bully's fate.
I have met your little dog, I saw him pass my way.
Your precious dog is still alive, he just walked through this gate.
Paradise is lovelier than you can comprehend.
No pain or grief, no tears or fears and Life will have no end.
God gave to Man His only Son because of all his sins,
So why would God withhold from you your pure and loving friend?"
The Angel took me by the hand and said, "Now come with me,
A glimpse of Paradise I'll give to you so you can see."
Thru the gate and o'er the Rainbow Bridge we did proceed,
Thru green valleys filled with flowers, rolling hills and trees.
"Wow! So this is Paradise!" The place was filled with joy!
I saw my bully playing there with dogs and cats and toys..
He also had some doggie treats, and food that he enjoyed.
He'd made a lot of new friends there, including girls and boys.
Then I saw a child come near and hug my little mate.
She said to him "I love you so" and kissed him on the face.
The Angel said, "The child just crossed the Rainbow Bridge
today.
Now she needs a little friend, to love and help her play.
God's love for her would be enough, in that make no mistake.
But in His Love He knew full well the child would want a mate.
This is why God called your dog unto this splendid place,
God's entrusted her with him til you pass through the gate.
I pleaded "May I hug them both?" The Angel answered "No!
You'd violate a sacred site, and now it's time to go."
He led me back across the Bridge and through the gate to home.
He left me there with new-found hope and peace within my soul.
If someone ever asks what happens to a dog that dies,
Just give a gentle smile of joy and look them in the eye.
Take their hand and comfort them and tell them not to cry.
For dogs don't die, they simply cross a Bridge to Paradise.
By Dan Atchison 5-2-2000
If Christ Had A Little Dog
I wonder if Christ had a little black dog
All curly and wooly like mine;
With two silky ears, and a nose round and wet,
And eyes brown and tender that shine.
I'm afraid that He hadn't because I have read
How He prayed in the Garden alone,
for all His friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called a "stone."
And, oh, I am sure that little black dog
With a heart so tender and warm,
Would never have left Him to suffer alone,
But, creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked those dear fingers in agony clapsed,
And counting all favors but loss,
When they took Him away, would have trotted behind,
And followed Him quite to the Cross.
Author Unknown
A Dog For Jesus
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog as loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes and adore Him for
being Divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog
would have followed Him all through the day,
while He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
and knelt in the garden to pray,
It is sad to remember that Christ went away to face Death alone
and apart,
with no tender dog following close behind to comfort its' Master's
heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn
how happy He would have been,
as His dog kissed His hand and barked its' delight
for the One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
the old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
knowing they're in Eternity.
Day after day the whole day through,
where ever my road inclined,
four feet said"Wait! I'm coming with you!"
And trotted along behind. Rudyard Kipling
And to every beast of the Earth, and to every fowl of the heavens
and to the creeper on the earth which has a living Soul.
Genesis1:30
If you have people who will exclude any of God's creatures from
the shelter of compassion and kindness, you will have people who
will deal likewise with their fellow human beings.
St. Francis of Assissi
A Dog
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds, my other ears that
hear above the winds, He is the part of me that can reach out into the
sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for
being, by the way he rests against my leg, by the way he thumps his
tail at my smallest smile, by the way he shows his hurt when i leave
without taking him with me ( I think it makes him sick with worry
when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong he is
delighted to forgive. When I am angry he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he
ignores it. When I succeed,he brags. Without him I am only
another man. With him I am all powerful. He is loyalty itself. He
has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him I know a secret
comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where
before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human
hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fear of dark
and unknown things. He has promised to wait for
me----whenever---wherever---in case I need him. And I expect
I will--as I always have. He is just my dog.
Gene Hill
Who ever said you can't buy happiness forgot little puppies.
If your dog doesn't like someone, you probably shouldn't, either.
My little bully passed away, no more to breathe a sound,
I held him for the last time then entombed him in the ground.
Day and night I wept so much, in tears I thought I'd drown.
I searched my soul for comfort but no peace therein was found.
In great despair I hit my knees and then began to pray.
"Father, will I ever see my dog again someday?"
I raised my eyes and saw an angel standing near a gate,
I sensed an inner peace I'd never felt before that day.
The angel smiled and said to me:"O Man of little faith!
God sees every bird that falls, He knows your bully's fate.
I have met your little dog, I saw him pass my way.
Your precious dog is still alive, he just walked through this gate.
Paradise is lovelier than you can comprehend.
No pain or grief, no tears or fears and Life will have no end.
God gave to Man His only Son because of all his sins,
So why would God withhold from you your pure and loving friend?"
The Angel took me by the hand and said, "Now come with me,
A glimpse of Paradise I'll give to you so you can see."
Thru the gate and o'er the Rainbow Bridge we did proceed,
Thru green valleys filled with flowers, rolling hills and trees.
"Wow! So this is Paradise!" The place was filled with joy!
I saw my bully playing there with dogs and cats and toys..
He also had some doggie treats, and food that he enjoyed.
He'd made a lot of new friends there, including girls and boys.
Then I saw a child come near and hug my little mate.
She said to him "I love you so" and kissed him on the face.
The Angel said, "The child just crossed the Rainbow Bridge
today.
Now she needs a little friend, to love and help her play.
God's love for her would be enough, in that make no mistake.
But in His Love He knew full well the child would want a mate.
This is why God called your dog unto this splendid place,
God's entrusted her with him til you pass through the gate.
I pleaded "May I hug them both?" The Angel answered "No!
You'd violate a sacred site, and now it's time to go."
He led me back across the Bridge and through the gate to home.
He left me there with new-found hope and peace within my soul.
If someone ever asks what happens to a dog that dies,
Just give a gentle smile of joy and look them in the eye.
Take their hand and comfort them and tell them not to cry.
For dogs don't die, they simply cross a Bridge to Paradise.
By Dan Atchison 5-2-2000
If Christ Had A Little Dog
I wonder if Christ had a little black dog
All curly and wooly like mine;
With two silky ears, and a nose round and wet,
And eyes brown and tender that shine.
I'm afraid that He hadn't because I have read
How He prayed in the Garden alone,
for all His friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called a "stone."
And, oh, I am sure that little black dog
With a heart so tender and warm,
Would never have left Him to suffer alone,
But, creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked those dear fingers in agony clapsed,
And counting all favors but loss,
When they took Him away, would have trotted behind,
And followed Him quite to the Cross.
Author Unknown
A Dog For Jesus
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog as loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes and adore Him for
being Divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog
would have followed Him all through the day,
while He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
and knelt in the garden to pray,
It is sad to remember that Christ went away to face Death alone
and apart,
with no tender dog following close behind to comfort its' Master's
heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn
how happy He would have been,
as His dog kissed His hand and barked its' delight
for the One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
the old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
knowing they're in Eternity.
Day after day the whole day through,
where ever my road inclined,
four feet said"Wait! I'm coming with you!"
And trotted along behind. Rudyard Kipling
And to every beast of the Earth, and to every fowl of the heavens
and to the creeper on the earth which has a living Soul.
Genesis1:30
If you have people who will exclude any of God's creatures from
the shelter of compassion and kindness, you will have people who
will deal likewise with their fellow human beings.
St. Francis of Assissi
A Dog
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds, my other ears that
hear above the winds, He is the part of me that can reach out into the
sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for
being, by the way he rests against my leg, by the way he thumps his
tail at my smallest smile, by the way he shows his hurt when i leave
without taking him with me ( I think it makes him sick with worry
when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong he is
delighted to forgive. When I am angry he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he
ignores it. When I succeed,he brags. Without him I am only
another man. With him I am all powerful. He is loyalty itself. He
has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him I know a secret
comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where
before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human
hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fear of dark
and unknown things. He has promised to wait for
me----whenever---wherever---in case I need him. And I expect
I will--as I always have. He is just my dog.
Gene Hill
Who ever said you can't buy happiness forgot little puppies.
If your dog doesn't like someone, you probably shouldn't, either.
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