I know I have to let you go.
How I will, I do not know.
I know that it’s your time to die.
What I don’t know is how to say goodbye.
I’ll miss you so much
I don’t know what to do.
I guess I’ll just end this poem
with a goodbye and an I love you.
Jenna leigh Walters
If I should go tomorrow
It would never be goodbye,
For I have left my heart with you,
So don’t you ever cry.
The love that’s deep within me,
Shall reach you from the stars,
You’ll feel it from the heavens,
And it will heal the scars.
When I am gone, release me -let me go
I have so many things to see and do.-
You must not tie yourself to me with tears
Be happy that we had so many years
I gave you love, you can only guess
How much you gave me in happiness
I thank you for the love each have shown
But now it is time I travelled alone
So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust –
It is only for a while that we must part
So bless those memories within your heart.-
I will not be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call and I will come. –
Though you cannot see or touch me,
I will be near –
And if you listen with your heart,
You will hear –
All of my love around you, soft and clear.-
Then when you must come this way alone,
I will greet you with a smile and “welcome home”
High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog-angel waits,
With the other dogs he will not play,
But he sits alone at the Gates:
“For I know my master will come,” says he
“And when he comes, he will call for me.”
He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gate alone;
“But I know if I just wait patiently
“That someday my Master will come,” says he.
And his Master far down on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his Master’s call he hears.
And I know when at length his Master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to the Courts of Gold,
The little dog-angel’s eager bark
Will comfort his soul while he’s still in the dark.
Norah M. Holland, c.1870
I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
Her gentle head upon my knee
And share her silent thoughts with me.
She’ll come no longer to my call,
Retrieve no more her favorite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called her to His golden throne.
And though my eyes are filled with tears,
I thank Him for the happy years
He let her spend down here with me,
And for her love and loyalty.
For attractive lips,
speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes,
seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure,
share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair,
let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands;
one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.