Pet Loss Poetry Inspired by Winnie Rogers
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Our wire fox terrier
I know I was just the family pet,
but take my words of advice.
I know you are sad
I'd rather you be glad,
If you do what I say,
It would make me so gay!
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Poem: Consent Given
You count the weeks, it is now number eight,
Your thoughts of me have not faded to date;
So I bring this sweet little rhyme your way,
There are just a few things I need to say.
I’ll keep it simple and I won’t fret,
After all, I was just the family pet.
To begin, I never had to work for a meal,
Who wouldn’t think that’s a great deal?
For me, the dinner hour was such a treat,
As you’d always share a piece of your meat.
And even throughout all your busy days,
You would always find time for me to play.
I never had to sleep out in the cold,
Instead, it was always close to your hold,
Then, in summer you helped keep me cool
With one of those little kiddie pools.
And even when I did a naughty duty,
A minute later I was still your cutie,
Oh, I would get a whole lot of joy,
From all those wonderful squeakie toys.
And the times I would lay across your lap
You’d run your hands up and down my back.
Now, I can’t help you were too blind to see
The love and caring you endowed upon me.
But now that I’m gone, all I can give,
Are memories of me in your hearts to live.
So, until we can be together again,
You should find another fox terrier friend!
And he too will be as lucky as me
I know you’ll care for him tenderly.
--Judy Schulte--
POEMS: Expressions I'm Free Presence of Essence Perpetual Care Poetic Spirit
Consent Given Subliminal Love Innocent Spirit How Lucky Special Place Farewell Bridge
Cozy Home Two Fox Terriers