Rest, Little Friend (poem) by Connie Faust on AuthorsDen

Rest, Little Friend
by Connie Faust → (All Poetry by Connie Faust)
Friday, February 18, 2022 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Ten years ago, we had to part with our little angel-dog, Sugarplum. It took a long, long time for Lacey to earn a place in our hearts. Now she's nine and so loved! Thank God for pets He sends for us to love and be loved! Yet writing about Sugarplum still arouses the grief I felt when she was so sick. How I thank God for the dogs He shared with me!
Rest, Little Friend How recently you looked my way, Straining to see the one you loved. . . . But darkness was the path ahead, Its grasping jaws condemning you, So tired from the loathsome ills That wrought gauntness To your weakened body. Please eat, my friend, And drink your fill -- I crave your greeting when I come home, Your body's warmth, your silky fur. Let me help you find your way So we can heal together. How frightening it must be, Each obstacle another fear to haunt you. My little buddy, One last ride Till peace is yours again, The peace that never ends . . . Sleep well, my little friend.

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on February 28, 2022

So warmly and tenderly written�
For one of life�s true companions�

Diana�🍃

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on February 23, 2022

Ah, so sad , did you lose your dog Connie, that has to be the hardest thing, I lost my Genie, 7 years ago she was such a good dog and friend, Your words speak to me, and my heart feels the sadness, thank you for sharing your pen today Connie, sending you friendship blessings, from afar xo

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on February 20, 2022

Brought a tear to my eye. Beautifully written tribute to our little friends who die so soon. My little Jazz died agonizingly when I was helpless to help him from an attack from a big black lab mix. The second time in a year. It is my partner harder when she had to clean up all the blood he bled for hours before his death, crying all the time.

Jazz's Death https://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewshortstory.asp?id=3718&authorid=3918

As I told Lefty after reading his poem just before yours, we should have euthanasia like we have for our pets. For almost every one of us who doesn't die suddenly, we reach a time when, if we are of sound mind, we should be able to simply just go to sleep rather than be forced into constant rounds of doctoring, pain, assisted living or worse, a nursing home for five months in the hospital like my father. Three years of pain and agony like my mother. I'm ready to go now while I still have some assets to give to my heirs, caregivers and charities. And especially, free my partner of 29 years from the increasing agony of taking care of me and what should be her golden retirement years.

Ron

Reviewed by David Thompson

Reviewed on February 19, 2022

It�s too bad all animals can�t find people homes like yours, where they are cared for and loved. My grandson loves his. He has five dogs, I think 20 goats, 2 cows,a bull, a bunch of chickens, five pigs, and I think that�s all. Oh, he also has a few ducks, too. I might say the chicken hawks like his chickens awfully well. By the way, I liked your poem a lot. Keep on writin�!

David Lee

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Yes, our pets remained close with us in our hearts, as evidenced in this lovely poem. I had a cat, once, Mimi, who lived to be 24 years old! Her death marked the end of an era.