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Death Poems About Pets

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Poem Details | by daver austin |
Categories: death of a friend,

ON THE DEATH OF A PET

ON THE DEATH OF A PET

When you finally realize he’s gone,
How he pad so benignly on your awareness
Something pulls at your soul –
     A memory of other time
        Of other life
             Life so simple     so undemanding
So loving
And of that consistent joy
Only a purloined whisper lingers.


Mr. Penny died November 4th, 2013



Poem Details | by Paula Swanson |
Categories: death, pets

Kola Tears (Death Of A Pet)

Her face with liquid eyes of brown,
trusting upon my arm lies down.
My fingers gently stroke velvet ears.
She looks at me and shows no fear.
I place a kiss between her eyes,
she licks my face one last time.

As her eyes slowly close,
rhythm of breathing starts to slow.
Stethoscope placed against her heart.
Those words "She's gone now" miles apart.
My tears flow strong, free, unchecked.
It's a decision I'm still not over yet.


 For A Rambling Poets contest
What's my theme....Death of a pet
Placement: 2nd place

Poem Details | by Patricia Leonaitis |
Categories: animals, death, loss, pets,

THE DEATH OF A PET

My pet, my Cavy, died tonight,
Crippled but beautiful,
He was my delight.

Arnie, my pretty one,
Legs so weak he could never run,
Neck muscle to weak to hold up his head,
And now he is dead.

Shiny, tri-colored coat,
He loved to munch on his rolled oats,
Voice that spoke so I understood,
Gentle he was, and oh, so good.

My Arnie, my pet, died tonight.

Poem Details | by Carolyn Dewey |
Categories: bird, cat, death of a friend,

My Pet Bird

My pet bird,
light brown with
scattered speckles,
perched on the edge
of the cat furniture
and observed
the autumn leaves,
light brown with
scattered speckles,
floating by.

My pet bird,
its speckled feathers
scattered around
the living room,
looked at me
with opaque glass eyes,
their once-intent focus
scattered into oblivion,
and asked me "Why?"