It's painful when they are gone, a poem

by CRAFTY KEN   May 19, 2015

It's painful when they are gone, a poem

As I sat in my garage along came our friend Tom walking his two dogs, one on each arm,
the young female with her head held high,
the old female with her head low, age takes its toll as we all know!
Our kids have their wonderful dog Molly and they love her as one of the family by golly.
One day they must go, and then your hearts will sink low. With the Lord nothing is impossible you know.
A dog finds no fault and doesn't love you with just a grain of salt.
When there is a harsh word or command they cower and understand, it is your love and affection they seek,
which they reward with a lick on the cheek! It is my hope and prayer that when you enter the Kingdom you will find your Fidos there!

When the Lord Jesus returns to begin his 1000 year millennial reign animals will be included, the curse will have been lifted, the animals once again will only eat plants. Then the Lion will lie down with the Lamb in Peace.

This poem is dedicated to all Dog and Pet owners.

Author Ken
June 2015


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  • 4 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    A lovely write. Animals can become such a big part of the family they leave a big hole when they are no longer there.

  • 4 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Yes its painful when they are gone, they are our best friend who listens without interruptions and to all our rants...touching write.

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Lovely poem, Ken. Enjoyed

  • 4 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    What a unique write. I am a big animal lover and especially dogs can be our best friend and soul mate. They are very loyal and would give their lives for us. I absolutely agree "With God everything is possible". Add to my favorite

    • 4 years ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      I remember when I was about eight years old and had a little black terrier named Blackie, when we moved I had to give him up, I cried many tears for my little friend.
      Our daughter and Son-in-law have a Burmese Mountain dog named Molly, she is almost human, the sad thing is they only live about nine years so I had them also in my mind when I wrote my poem. Warm regards, Ken