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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about my Chihuahua I loved for 16 years before he went to the Rainbow Bridge.

Tiny little puppy so sweet and warm

On New Year’s Eve you were born.

Ten weeks old when we first met

I knew at once you would be my pet.

Weighing just a little over a pound

Into my heart you swiftly bound.

Liquid hazel eyes that my heart does melt

Soft chocolate and tan is your pelt.

Cute bouncy step  - you never walk

And for more play you never balk.

In your quieter moments, though they are few,

Your sweet puppy kisses show a love so true.

And as you cuddle against me so tight,

You bring fondness and warmth into my night.

As you’ve matured and swiftly grown

You certainly have made me your own.


Now your sight, hearing and smell are no longer keen.

Your gate is slower; your playfulness seldom seen.

Your pelt is still chocolate but the tan has turned to white

Though you still cuddle me all through the night.

Those sweet doggie kisses you yet bestow

To remind me your love has not lost its glow.

Now most of your time is spent in slumber

As your years too fast become 16 in number.

We share our love as we did from the beginning

With your cute ways my devotion you are still winning.

When I come home at the door you patiently wait

With wagging tail up in the air so straight.

Those liquid brown eyes and upturned snout

Pleading, “Mommy, please take me out.”

I know our days together are growing brief

When they end, love will turn to grief.

These last few months I have watched you fail

With no more wagging, straight up tail.

Your gait definitely had faltered these last few days.

Those liquid brown eyes have turned to cloudy gray.

You lost your appetite and rejected even your favorite food

While your sweetness turned into an angry mood.

Our last weekend together was bittersweet

Because I knew your fate today you would meet.

Our goodbyes were heartfelt but brief

And my love for you has turned to grief.

Tonight you play at the Rainbow Bridge

Watching for me to cross the ridge.

Someday my precious, we will reunite

And both walk into the light so bright.

Submitted: December 21, 2020

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Bert Broomberg

A truly lovely poem. It is always gut wrenching to lose a close animal companion.

Mon, December 21st, 2020 4:17pm


Thank you. Yes it is. I have a crowd waitting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. My husband has aready met his and they are having a real good time together on the other side of the Bridge but mine are still waiting.

Mon, December 21st, 2020 8:59am

88 fingers

Very good poem about not just a pet, but a friend who you loved and loved you deeply.

Tue, December 22nd, 2020 6:28pm


Yes, he was. I got him when he was 10 weeks old and we were together for 16 years. He rejoiced with us when we retired and started traveling. He laid across my shoulders for trips from Niagara Falls to Tucson, Arizona and to the border of sourthern Texas. After my husband’s dementia forced me to place him in a facility, he was my confidant, friend and washed my tears away. When he was young I had to warch him around other people because he was a typical Chihuahua but after my husband was in a facility, I could take him to visit and he never offered to harm anyone. He let the other residents and staff pet him without even a flinch. Those years he was my emotional suppprt compsnion. I lost my husband in November 2019 and I guess Bear htought his service was no longer needed or he was just exhausted and I lost him too in March of this year. Now he rests and plays at the Rainbow Bridge waiting for me when I finally join him and we both join my husband at the other end of the Bridge.

Fri, December 25th, 2020 9:49am

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