What an emotional write, you've brought tears to my eyes with this one. This reminded me of when our long time family pet passed on, it's a difficult loss for all! You've penned it well my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
you've captured well the emotional moment with this poem, i know i've cried more tears for pets than some people, it must be the unconditional love they give us
I kinda feel that way about the beloved people I've lost. Always children in our hearts. "that's my dog, and not His." - a great great line and ending.
Deep insight into the heart of a child. Makes me want to cry for the child. To love is to risk, as every pet-owner knows, but for a child, the death of a pet is so hard. Then they look to the adults in the family for comfort and understanding.
Well done.
I've heard it said that many people consider their pets as members of the family. A child would certainly take the death of a pet hard; and I think you have great insight into how a child would feel: it was my fault, something I did or said.
sad tale of a once great pet, to a child, I've had plenty of pets dogs and cats alike
but never had one died on me ever, it seem that I always pass them on,
when uable to continue their care, someone always relieved me
of responsibility, though once I took a pet to the Aspca, went home regreting the idia returned the next day, to retrive him, only to discoverd they euthanized him
and they talk about animal abuse, they didn't have the courtsey to at lease place him for adoption, That day I cried
An inspirational book about a unique world where trees hold intrinsic knowledge and powerful forces of energy. The group of students called the Planeteers demonstrate character building and not judge people base on their appearance, but judge them on
Princess Geneveive has a wonderful home, with humans who love her. She and her humans try to talk to each other but Genevierve dosn't speak human and her humans don't speak dog. Genevieve often wishes she had another dog to talk to.
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
So sad when children, don't understand death.
Excellent poem!
Eileen
Thanks,
Dan
I kinda feel that way about the beloved people I've lost. Always children in our hearts. "that's my dog, and not His." - a great great line and ending.
Kathy
Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
This one reaches in and s q u e e z e s the heart and brings a lump to the throat: o, this one hurts. Effectively penned, my (((friend))).
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*
Well done.
Connie
but never had one died on me ever, it seem that I always pass them on,
when uable to continue their care, someone always relieved me
of responsibility, though once I took a pet to the Aspca, went home regreting the idia returned the next day, to retrive him, only to discoverd they euthanized him
and they talk about animal abuse, they didn't have the courtsey to at lease place him for adoption, That day I cried
Peace
William
that's my dog, and not His.
It happened to me as a child, and far too many times as an adult, too. Paradise must be filled with wonderful dogs like good old Buster.