Thomas Hardy - Last Words To A Dumb Friend


Pet was never mourned as you,
Purrer of the spotless hue,
Plumy tail, and wistful gaze
While you humoured our queer ways,
Or outshrilled your morning call
Up the stairs and through the hall--
Foot suspended in its fall--
While, expectant, you would stand
Arched, to meet the stroking hand;
Till your way you chose to wend
Yonder, to your tragic end.

Never another pet for me!
Let your place all vacant be;
Better blankness day by day
Than companion torn away.
Better bid his memory fade,
Better blot each mark he made,
Selfishly escape distress
By contrived forgetfulness,
Than preserve his prints to make
Every morn and eve an ache.

From the chair whereon he sat
Sweep his fur, nor wince thereat;
Rake his little pathways out
Mid the bushes roundabout;
Smooth away his talons' mark
From the claw-worn pine-tree bark,
Where he climbed as dusk embrowned,
Waiting us who loitered round.

Strange it is this speechless thing,
Subject to our mastering,
Subject for his life and food
To our gift, and time, and mood;
Timid pensioner of us Powers,
His existence ruled by ours,
Should - by crossing at a breath
Into safe and shielded death,
By the merely taking hence
Of his insignificance--
Loom as largened to the sense,
Shape as part, above man's will,
Of the Imperturbable.

As a prisoner, flight debarred,
Exercising in a yard,
Still retain I, troubled, shaken,
Mean estate, by him forsaken;
And this home, which scarcely took
Impress from his little look,
By his faring to the Dim
Grows all eloquent of him.

Housemate, I can think you still
Bounding to the window-sill,
Over which I vaguely see
Your small mound beneath the tree,
Showing in the autumn shade
That you moulder where you played.

Well done, very nice!

Beautiful poem.

lovely poem,

the thread is now a sticky

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Morning Vixie...great to see it's a sticky now

Lovley words, really nice poem.

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My dog's not spoiled ... I'm just well trained.

A poem about Bruce, a Guide Dog puppy I walked for his first year in 1999.

First time puppy walker

She brought the Andrex puppy to our door,
A Guide dog collar round his neck he wore,
Only six weeks old, and full of chewing life,
Which, very soon, caused a little family strife!

The needle-sharp teeth of Bruce were a curse,
But others told us it could have been worse,
He chewed up pieces of plastic and wood,
But with the furniture he was very good!

I trained him on lead the following year,
Had to coax him along, when he sat on his rear,
Then he started to pull me, full of his daring,
On the arm muscles, it was very wearing!
But with commands, gentle tugs, the lead kept slack,
In time the puppy learned to to keep well back.

"Busy!" the important word of command,
To do his business only on my land,
Not in public, which would be a disaster,
When Bruce teams up with his new, blind master.

Whistle before feed-time, and do it right,
Bruce is drawn by his appetite,
He always comes back when his whistle you blow,
Wherever you are, wherever you go.

More basic training till the the year is up,
Time to go back, he's no longer a pup,
It's not like having a human son,
This dog will be happy with anyone!
( Or so I hope!) - but it's a sad day,
The supervisor comes, from the GDBA.

Would you like to walk a puppy, too?
Friends can be made, but if you ever do,
He has his pathway, has to go,
We'll meet again, across the Rainbow.

Lovely Poems.

I love writing poems. This is my tribute to my late staffie Bruno. We unwittingly bought him from what used to be mayfield kennels, now known as dogs4us and suspect he came from a puppy farm due to him being very skinny when we got him and he didn't know how to play. We had 11 wonderful years with him.

There's an empty place beside me where my best friend used to lie.
But now he's running freely above the bright blue sky.
His legs no longer bother him arthritis pain is gone.
He can run just like a puppy,
but I feel so alone.

I miss you Bruno my best mate, I miss your funny ways.
The way you peeped under the gate,
long walks on sunny days.

I miss your lovely staffie smile, your toys around the floor.
I miss your little waggy tail when I come through the door.
But I know that you're at peace now no more pain to bother you.
and I've lots of happy memories that I know will see me through.

I lost Bruno 2 1/2 yrs ago and I still miss him.

RIP Bruno.

theyre all lovely poems.. i love writing poems too... ill share some of my own soon im not as good as you lot though

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mummy and personal slave to..
3dogs--pip, bindi and faith
1 kitten--pepsi
1 bearded dragon--phoenix
2 leopard geckos--marley n mushu

missing my little angel tri colour cav -12.1.07 to 11.6.09 -run free baby girl x

Fantastic beautiful words!

Id like to share my own poem in scots about my late cav sasha! If anyone would like translation feel free to ask! Hope you enjoy!



Ma Bonnie Cavalier

She’s ilka sma an awfi cheeky
Wi a coat o black spun silk
She’s awfi pretty
Wi her dangly lugs in aw their beauty
Have not heard in these past six at least
However still the bonniest lass at least
Nout but a bairn was I the day i sought ye
Twas a day as a bairn i’d longed for sairly
I treated ye kind and awfi fairly
Proud was i tae ca’ ye my ain
Tell me wee un dae ya tak as much happiness
As we took frae ye?

No other beastie could claim thou gave as much
Tae its master as this proud wee lass gave.
Ya liked yer grub as ony un could see
The mair the merrier was the sentiment
Wen just a pup ye’d tak place and protect our hame
Wi awe the energy ye could muster
Cat’s an the like stood nae a chance
Wi yer whippet skill an speed

An fae yer presence ye taught me kindness
Ye were ma responsibilty
Ye took me exploring an on adventures
I doubt i may have dared withoot ye
An in ma darkness ye’ll always be a little flickering light
So ma friend it comes tae pass
An ye are no longer
But i’ll never forget yer calmness and yer teachings
Frae a lass tae special tae be forgotten