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Faithful Friends

Animals make such faithful friends. Find short poems about pets. Your pet is always happy to see you, they are happy to do whatever you want to do, they wait patiently for you, they always have lots of love no matter what you do.

They say dogs are man's best friend and in the majority of cases, it is true. But all pets give us companionship and love. Share these poems with your friends who love animals!

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  1. The Love For A Furry Friend
    Poet: Julie Hebert, 2011


    I have a true love, and he's different,
    Not like the loves of my friend.
    He may be hairy and noisy, and sometimes a bit bouncy,
    But I will love him until the bitter end.

    The love that I have is for my dog,
    A companion that never judges or leaves.
    So I say it out loud, and will always be proud,
    My dog will be with me every single eve.



  2. The Ever Patient Faithful Friend
    Poet John McLeod, 1982


    And I recall a sunlit day
    When all the world was mine
    The peace of mind experienced
    To walk the sea-shore-line
    To hear the gulls, to watch them soar
    And skim the surging tide,
    Just self and dog, Man's faithful friend
    To keep watch by my side.

    We've walked the roads o'er hill and dale
    With many a mile between
    And many a bonnie place have found
    And many a thrilling scene,
    Yet even though the clouds
    Would sometimes sunlit moments hide
    My ever patient, faithful friend
    Kept sure watch by my side.

    And thus it is, a bond of trust
    Between my friend and I
    Reward indeed to warm the heart
    And clear the jaundiced eye
    So many have, not seeing that
    Such caring can confide
    Unspoken words, such friendship
    Ever faithful by my side.

    And thus take heart all who despair
    And know but lonely days
    For dogs are very special friends
    And wondrous in their ways,
    They bring a joy, a healing power
    That shines out far and wide.....
    The ever patient, faithful friends
    To keep watch by your side!




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  4. The Power Of The Dog
    Poet: Rudyard Kipling


    There is sorrow enough in the natural way
    From men and women to fill our day;
    And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
    Why do we always arrange for more?
    Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
    Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

    Buy a pup and your money will buy
    Love unflinching that cannot lie—
    Perfect passion and worship fed
    By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
    Nevertheless it is hardly fair
    To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

    When the fourteen years which Nature permits
    Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
    And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
    To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
    Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
    But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

    When the body that lived at your single will,
    With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
    When the spirit that answered your every mood
    Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
    You will discover how much you care,
    And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

    We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
    When it comes to burying Christian clay.
    Our loves are not given, but only lent,
    At compound interest of cent per cent.
    Though it is not always the case, I believe,
    That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
    For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
    A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
    So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
    Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?



  5. Your Pet
    Poet: Kate Summers


    Man's best friend is a dog you say
    But other pets can also be
    A family includes pets in every way
    They love us more than you can see.

    An example of unconditional love
    Can be from a dog or from a dove
    Cats are loving on their terms
    But their purring their love confirms

    And birds will always sing
    Happiness they can bring.
    So no matter the type of pet
    Love them and don't fret

    You will find they love you back
    With you, they have made a pack
    To be a part of a family
    A friend forever happily.



  6. My Precious Sight
    Poet: Wilhelmina Stitch


    He watches other doggies pass; and knows they're going to the park,
    Where they can roll upon the grass and race and bark!
    The same procession day by day. How proud that huge Alsatian seems;
    The park is but a little way - he, too, has dreams.

    Here comes a terrier, mad with joy; he bounces like a rubber thing!
    It's nice to trot beside a boy when it is spring.
    Ah! here's that jealous, petted peke, and spaniel, gentle as a lamb;
    That whippet looks an awful freak with nurse and pram!

    So many doggies pass him by. He will not look, he must sit still
    And serve without a growl or sigh his master's will.
    He presses close to that loved knee, an arm shoots out and holds him tight.
    And master whispers lovingly, 'My precious sight!"



  7. Faithful Dog
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    I open the door and a happy greeting
    Gives me an appreciated feeling.
    Tail a wagging and a bark or two
    It doesn't matter what I do
    This animal is happy to see me that is true!

    I can never feel lonely or sad
    He makes me feel missed and so glad
    He looks at me with those big brown eyes
    And when I move he also will arise.

    Oh my faithful dog, so true
    With you around, I never feel blue
    You never question or complain
    I couldn't ask for a better companion.



  8. A Part Of Your Family
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    A part of your family they will be
    A pet loves more, you will see
    They are an expression of love
    Sent to us from above.

    They never get mad
    They are rarely sad
    They greet us morning and night
    When they see, their eyes do light

    They will always be faithful
    And they are so playful
    Striving each day
    To make you happy in every way!



  9. I’ll Never Forget a Dog Named Beau
    Poet: Jimmy Stewart


    He never came to me when I would call
    Unless I had a tennis ball,
    Or he felt like it,
    But mostly he didn't come at all.

    When he was young
    He never learned to heel
    Or sit or stay,
    He did things his way.

    Discipline was not his bag
    But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
    He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
    And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

    He bit lots of folks from day to day,
    The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
    The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
    He said we owned a real man-eater.

    He set the house on fire
    But the story's long to tell.
    Suffice it to say that he survived
    And the house survived as well.

    On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
    He was always first out the door.
    The Old One and I brought up the rear
    Because our bones were sore.

    He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
    What a beautiful pair they were!
    And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
    They created a bit of a stir.

    But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
    And with a frown on his face look around.
    It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
    And would follow him where he was bound.

    We are early-to-bedders at our house -- I guess I'm the first to retire.
    And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
    And get up from his place by the fire.
    He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,

    And I'd give him one for a while.
    He would push it under the bed with his nose
    And I'd fish it out with a smile.
    And before very long He'd tire of the ball

    And be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
    And there were nights when I'd feel him climb upon our bed
    And lie between us,
    And I'd pat his head.

    And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
    And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
    And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
    And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.

    He would wake up at night
    And he would have this fear
    Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
    And he'd be glad to have me near.

    And now he's dead.
    And there are nights when I think I feel him
    Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
    And I pat his head.

    And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
    And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
    But he's not there.
    Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,

    I'll always love a dog named Beau.

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