Pet Friend Poem

Poem About Having To Give Up A Horse

This poem is not about any human...but a horse that I had raised from a foal, who ended up in an unknowingly abusive home until I saved him back. I had to give him up though because he had turned mean from the neglect and abuse. He couldn't be trusted with anyone but myself and because of that I could not find a place to keep him...

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One of my neighbors owns goats and chickens. One specific chicken, I named Chillee. He was black and white and would greet me as I walked in the coop. One day as I headed to my neighbors...

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Broken Promise

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Published: October 2008

A bond so strong that could not be broke.
Separated for a time, then reunited with a promise.
A promise of devotion, time, and safety.
Only to be broken...
Broken trust and a broken heart.
The world comes to a stop...
And a part of my soul is lost.
My best friend,
You were taken from me, and although I fought,
I did not succeed.
I do not know where you are...
Or even if you're alive.
But the greatest pain of all,
Is the look you gave to me as they took you away
And knowing I broke my promise made to you.
I miss you every day
And hate myself for letting you go.
I am sorry, still to this day.

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  • by Allison Whitehead
  • 2 years ago

One of my neighbors owns goats and chickens. One specific chicken, I named Chillee. He was black and white and would greet me as I walked in the coop. One day as I headed to my neighbors house I noticed Chillee lyin on the ground, I ran to him. I picked him up and put him back on his feet. Days went by Chillee would fall, and then he couldn't get back up again. I put him into his best and told him to rest because the owner of the chicken thought he might be sick. So I left Chillee alone for a while, and one day my little sister went to milk the goats. She returned home. I asked her how milking the goats went. She lifted her head barely enough for me to read her expression. She was crying. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "Allison, Chillee died." I looked at her in disbelief. My little sister had offered for me to go she Chillee just earlier that day. Instead I went on a bike ride. I now realize my mistake. Died earlier today. I miss my sweet Chillee.

  • by Roe Jordan, Philadelphia
  • 3 years ago

My dog Bud has been gone over eleven years and not a day goes by that I don't miss him.
Bud was four years old when we got him and from the very start he loved and protected us.
Bud was a gentle and loving Black Lab.
As the years went by Bud grew old; as all dogs do; and his health began to fail. As much as it was going to break my heart, I knew what I had to do. I gained the courage and the strength I needed to let my Bud go (to Heaven)
Before going to the Vet, Bud couldn't even lift his head. As I held him in my arms, I told him (between tears), that I loved him and would miss him forever. Bud lifted his head and kissed me good-bye. At that moment I knew I was doing the right thing for him.
I held my Bud in my arms and cried. As my heart was breaking, I felt his loving heart stop.
I had Bud cremated so that I could keep him near me, but he is never far because he is always in my broken heart.
I LOVE AND MISS YOU BUD!! In Loving Memory of my Bud--1986-2003

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