Pet Memorial Peternity Blog

Pet Poetry by George Elliot

"Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms." ~ George Elliot

Pet Loss Poetry "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver

I find such comfort in these words and hope that you will too.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

In love & respect for all creatures,

Colleen

Healing Poetry from William Blake

Man was made for joy and woe and when this we rightly know, through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine runs a joy with silken twine. ~ William Blake

In love & respect for all creatures,

Colleen

Pet Loss: Words of Healing by Claire Chew

In our mourning, to allow the heart to sink into darkness, to walk in and out of grief, to send light and love ahead, if that is all we can do to feel tonight, that is enough. ~ Claire Chew

Beautiful, healing words from a beautiful, healing woman. Thank you Claire. Contact Claire directly for help in healing from loss of a loved one.

In love & respect for all creatures,

Colleen

Pet Loss Poetry by Isla Paschal Richardson

Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you -

I loved you so -
'twas Heaven here with you

~Isla Paschal Richardson

Falling in Love is Like Owning a Dog

Falling in Love is Like Owning a Dog
an epithalamion by Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com

First of all, it's a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you're walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain't no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?

On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love doesn't like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.

Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.

Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don't you ever do that again!

Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you're all wound up and can't move.

But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.

In love & respect for all creatures,

Colleen

Healing Poetry by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Animal Poetry by Abraham Lincoln

No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens." ~ Abraham Lincoln

In love & respect for all creatures,

Colleen

The Sounds of Our Cats

A cat can purr its way out of anything... ~ Donna McCrohan

In love & respect for all creatures,

Colleen

Giving Inspiration from Emerson

See how the mass of men worry themselves into nameless graves, while here & there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality.

~Emerson

In love & respect for all creatures,

Colleen