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Dog Sad Poems | Sad Poems About Dog

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Details | Rhyme |

My Furry Friend

I had a friend  he loved to nap
Usually on my bed, sometimes on my lap

He was so smart I tell you that
He didn't mind, even my neighbor cat

His fur was brown, had very cute nose
He loved taking pictures he loved to pose

I loved him so much he had a good life
And than he got sick he couldn’t survive

Some time ago on the very cold day
It was last time for us to go out and play

I didn’t know how hard this will be
To say goodbye to Mitten for my boys and me
 
My heart was broken when I looked in his eyes
But I knew God will take him to his paradise

And than when he took his very last breath 
I couldn’t stop crying because I knew he was death

I miss him so much each and every day
I wish he didn’t die I wish he could stay

He was my friend best friend of all
I loved him a lot with my heart and soul

His name was Mitten I know he runs free
And plays with the angels 
                       And his waiting for me


Mitten was our family dog for 17 years, the cancer took him away on, Feb 7 2012
We all miss him a lot..:(


Details | Prose Poetry |

Filbert Gets His Wish

Filbert Crumb..... Gets His Wish!

A sad little man was Filbert Crumb....as he sat on the bus. "
Another lonelyday"  He thought to himself.  
Looking up, Filbert saw a little dog.  
Neatly tucked  into a little girls backpack.  
Its' head was peaking out 
and smiled at Filbert.
 
"See, even a dog has a better life than me"...
"I wish I was that little dog".  
Filbert reached out to pet the pooch 
in the backpack 
and was surprised when the little dog 
happily licked at his fingers.

“Hi there little doggie, How are you?”  
And then the strangest thing happened.  
The little dog replied back!

“I am wonderful..”  
“Did you just speak to me?” 
whispered Filbert to the  little dog.


“Yep...Yep...Yep...I did!” said the little dog.  
“But how is that possible?” asked Filbert. 
“I really don't know, I am just as surprised as you are.” said the little dog. 
“Are you happy being a little dog?” asked filbert.
“Oh yes, it's wonderful.  I have a nice home, good food 
and toys to play with”.

“I wish I were a dog.” 
“Oh, you can be.  
It's really very simple to do.”  
Said the little dog with a wink.....
“All you have to do is this....

“Jump Up and Down on just one leg...
and spin yourself a round....
around and round......
and spin yourself around”....
Sang the little dog.
.“Really! Is that all?”  said Sad Filbert.

Yep...Yep...Yep....said the little dog.


Details | Rhyme |

I cant begin to tell you

I cant begin to tell you how much I miss my dog
I spend days reminiscing my mind is in a fog.
and though I know he was old and had to go away
I cant begin to tell you the role that he did play.
he played a part in everything that I did in my life
I cant begin to tell you how he lessened every strife.
I always hurried home to see him, I would hardly ever leave
to think I will never see him again I just can not conceive.
what will I do without him he brightened up bad days
he would wiggle and would make me laugh with his many playful ways.
he was more human than anyone I know and he loved me so much
he gave such love and loyalty I will miss his little touch.
So now I sit in sadness my eyes are filled with tears
I just cant seem to comprehend that he is no longer here.
I know they say time heals all wounds but how much time will that be?
you see I never had children and he was like one to me.
I cant begin to tell you the emptiness in my soul
for he was the one my precious dog, the one that made me whole.


Details | Narrative |

Walter

He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just like every other day he mused.  Nothing new.  Nothing special.

Moving to the small crumpled blanket near the back of his cage, he turned several times and finally curled up, head on his paws, positioned so that he could watch the activity around him.  But in reality, he was bored.  It had been a long time since he had met each morning with anticipation.  Too many days.   Too much disappointment.  He would leave all that barking and racing to the front of  their cage to the younger pups who hadn’t figured out yet that the cute ones went first.  It didn’t really make any difference what you did to attract attention if you weren’t young or cute, or both.

Too much time had gone by to participate in the charade.  In reality, Walter had seen a lot of people that he would rather not spend a lot of time with.  You know the type.  Kind of hyper, bouncing from stray to stray, looking for a perfect dog.  Kids poking their fingers  through the kennel screen or banging on it.  Some even making barking sounds.  He didn’t need any of that and was glad when they were gone.

Walter was very picky.  Set in his ways after so many years.  He had had it good for  a long time.  An only dog in a household of two people that let him be himself.  No tricks. No stunts.  Just long naps and daily walks.  A yard to himself to reflect on what was for dinner.  He had been fond of his doggy bed in their bedroom.  Each night he would help his owner walk through the house turning off the lights and checking the doors before they climbed the stairs together.  And there was always one last good night pat before settling down.

But those days were gone now.  First one had become ill and went to the hospital and never came back.  The other one changed overnight, spending long days, sitting mostly.  The walks became less frequent.  Walter did what he could.   He could see it in their eyes that they were hurting from their loss. He would make a point of laying his head in their lap, trying to let them know that he missed them too.  At times like this, he instinctively knew that although it remained unsaid, they only had each other.

He remembers well the day that his owner snapped a leash on him and said, “well Walter, I’m afraid we have to say goodbye.  I have to go to a place where they won’t let me keep you, so I am going to have to let you go.”  Walter could see the tears in his eyes.  He knew it would do him no good to whine or resist.  It was obvious there were no alternatives.  And besides, it would just make it harder on his owner.  But he was going to miss him.  It was not going to be easy to adjust.

But adjust he did.   He had been here a long time now and had seen countless pups and dogs  trot past his cage with light hearts and  new owners, heading off with new found hopes and expectations.  But it soon became obvious that there weren’t a lot of people that wanted an old yellow hound.  Everyone wanted the young ones.  So here he lay, dozing a bit, but still keeping an eye on those walking by, many giving him but a glance before moving on.

He heard them before the saw them.  ”Honey” the voice said.  ”That looks like Walter, old Mr. Whitney’s dog.”  Walters ears perked up a little.  ”Do I know them” he thought.  ”They seem to know me”.  I’d better go take a closer look” and with that, he stood and slowly ambled toward his kennel gate, giving a cautious wag of his tail.

“It is him” the man said.  ”Walter, how you doing boy?  Do you remember me?”

And upon closer inspection, Walter did remember him.  He used to live right across the street.  He would see him in his yard and if Walter were to ramble over, he usually had a dog treat in his pocket.  With the recognition, Walter gave a little stronger wag and moved toward the fingers extended through the fencing.  It was good to see an old friend.

“What do you say hon” the man said.  ”How would you feel about bringing Walter home with us?”

Walter looked at the woman and saw her nod in agreement.  ”You wait here and I’ll go find a volunteer.”

The man bent down and said “What do you think Walter?  Would you like to go home with us?”

Actually, Walter decided, he could think of nothing he would like more.  A chance to go back to the old neighborhood with people he already knew.  What was there not to like.

Soon the woman returned and the gate opened.  A leash was snapped on Walter and together they proceeded past the rows of dogs and puppies, all vying for their attention.  Walter couldn't help but stand a little straighter, stepping a little more lightly, showing off.  ”This is what going home looks like guys.” he thought.  ”Good luck and goodbye”.

As they neared the car the man said “I can’t believe we found you Walter.  There is someone I am going to take you to see.  I can’t wait to see the expression on his face when you walk in his room>”

Walter, of course, knew exactly who he was talking about.  And he couldn't wait to see the expression on his face either.


Details | I do not know? |

New York Rodeo

No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight
As they start in the morning, losing daylight
Their hats are now ties, tethering true
Not breathing in clean air as faces turn blue

Their motive, the green, but not of a pasture
Not men of free will, but now slaves to a master
When the bell rings, it’s chaos, not for a meal
It’s a dog eat dog city, with true faces concealed

They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys

Their fishing hole yonder’s now polluted with clutter
As their southern boy drawl’s replaced with a stutter
No chaps and no stirrups, no boots and no jeans
Their lives are now over, at the end of their means

The bull that they ride are the very stories they tell
From wall to wall bouncing, not sitting a spell
They are always in a hurry, no time for the rose
Not much of a cowboy or anything, I s’pose


They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys


Details | Free verse |

a dog with out a name

It rained again last night, as he woke up from the muddy dirt
he always sleep in.
As he stretches out as far as he can, ouch he said my body hurts
me so very bad again.
The bowl for food and water remain empty, and the grassy areas 
are so far away.
No home anymore the home I once had seems so far away it makes
me so, so sad.
I am hurting so bad I just want to stay in today so no one will be
mean to me.
I search the trash cans, dumpsters all around this town when people
see me they say ‘get out of here’.
I runaway as fast as I can while I lay down to rest my body, legs and
paws the food was thrown out.
my belly is groaning, I am so thirsty,  can’t remember the last time
I had ate any real food, all I eat is stick, twigs and grass.
Lonely as much as a dog can be, not one person reaches their hand out
 to me.
Night time came and he settles in for another lonely sleepless night.
Now all that remains is a small grave with the words that someone had
written, here lays a ‘dog with out a name’.
It's sad it was to late for this dog I now named 'Jake' no more pain,
hunger or thirst for him.
Rest in peace my Jake and we will meet you someday again.


Details | Rhyme |

Dog eared page

14th jan 2012 
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Silently laid my eyes, Upon tattered page piles, Littered outside, The garden far side I picked up a dog eared page, Brought back memories of the bygone age, Of the days of sitting together, In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather. On such a glorious winter day, A long time ago, by the way, I scribbled on this page love notes, In double quotes. Nostalgic now are, Memories of “au revoir”, Melancholy tones fill in, My poignant heart to its brim. A wind now blows this dog eared page, And I dully chase it with some rage, To find it stuck to the old gum tree, And as I see the page I begin to read all about me…………….. Silently laid my eyes, Upon other tattered page piles, Littered outside, The garden far side……………………..


Details | Haiku |

Little Dog Sleeps

in cool, green grass my little dog's at rest -- rain clouds remain in shades of pink the sunsets low -- I call her name fragrant sweet pea swaying in the spring breeze -- moonlit memories *for my little Sweet Pea, now chasing cats in Heaven (?1995 - March 13, 2012) She always kept us on our toes. The house is too quiet without her.


Details | Rhyme |

Alone

She walks her dog
In the morning hour,
She walks her dog
In the evening hour,
She walks her dog 
In sunshine and shower,
She walks her dog 
Down the lonely lane,
She walks her dog
Alone, again.

© Dave Timperley 2012


Details | Enclosed Rhyme |

A Dog's Last Journey, Revised

Walking down the road, hungry and cold,
The dog whimpered, not knowing she was old,
Nor did she know that the man she loved,
Was trying to send her to Heaven above.

The old dog had cancer and her head would ache,
She shivered and found it was hard to stay awake,
She lay down at last, still fighting the pain
And thought of the warm house as it started to rain.

The dog had been true and had loved the man
who knew his dog was worth more than His plans,
He turned and drove back to help his old friend,
And found her fighting the pain right up to the end.

He picked up his dog and stroked the gray head,
Then drove the dog home and placed her in bed,
Turned on soft music and gazed long at his pet,
Then with hot tears of sorrow, took her to the vet.

He held his friend tightly as the vet gave the last shot,
The dog licked her friend's hand as Her world became dark.


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