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Cancer Dog Poems | Cancer Poems About Dog
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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.
Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis | Year Posted 2007
Why must she die?
How many times can you suffer from a broken heart?
I try to take control but I am slowly falling apart
It used to be a relationship turned sour that would make me cry
Now my pet of seven years has advanced cancer and will soon die
I've shed many tears since I received this awful news
I try to picture myself in her shoes
Poor baby I love her so much
How I'm going to miss her and her soft touch
I wake up every morning and keep her close to me
She is so faithful, as trusting as can be
This is a big blow and I need to muster all my courage to be with her to the end
I don't want to say goodbye to my very best friend.
Copyright © Brigitte Pace | Year Posted 2016
His name was Troy, but I called him Loafy,
Cause he looked like a loaf of bread;
Fat, so fat his neck had rolls,
Right up to the top of his head.
That little dog was so determined,
So full of life and zest;
He’d need a ramp to mount the sofa,
Or fall flat on his chest.
And in the wintertime he’d freeze,
And stand there till he died;
So we would put his booties on,
And walk him by our side.
Sometimes we’d have to carry him,
Cause arthritis was his vice;
His legs so narrow, just like sticks,
Would crumble on the ice.
He’d chase the cat but scramble much,
And bark a whiny bark;
So heavy, he’d roll off the couch,
To catch it in the dark.
But Loafy, he was loved by all,
Until that faithful day;
When something started to appear,
Upon his face of grey.
It seemed that thing that grew on him,
Made all his ailments worse;
He barely walked and couldn’t bark,
Without a heaving curse.
So with a heavy sigh of sorrow,
We took him to the vet;
They told us he had cancer now,
Our mother’s loving pet.
That day was harder than the next,
For our endearing mother;
She left her Troy to go to sleep,
And never loved another.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
Now I’m free to stay out all day, no schedule to follow
No need to stop home before going to the gym
Now I’m free from walks in the cold and rain at all hours
Now I’m free from cleaning up wet floors
Now I’m free to go on holiday without pause or concern
No extra planning needed
Now I’m free to stay an extra hour at dinner with friends
No need to be home
Now I’m free
Oh, what I wouldn’t do to be able to give back that freedom,
To see my little Hudson once again and not be free
to do all kinds of things because I need to be home with him.
Written in honor and memory of my Golden Retriever, Hudson
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017