Gedichte / Poems


Dieses Gedicht sendete mir meine liebe Freundin Kim als meine alte Dame "Kenja"  für immer von uns ging:

My dear friend Kim sent me this poem as my old lady "Kenja"  has left us forever:


When dogs go to heaven, they don't need wings because God knows that dogs love running best.

He gives them fields. Fields and fields and fields.

When a dog first arrives in heaven, she just runs.

Dog heaven has clear, wide lakes filled with geese who honk and teese. 

The dogs love this. They run beside the water and bark and bark

 and God watches them from behind a tree and smiles.

There are children of course. Angel children.

God knows that dogs love children more than anything else in the world, 

so he fills Dog Heaven with plenty of them. There are children on bikes and children on sleds.

 There are children throwing red rubber balls and children pulling kites through the clouds. 

The dogs are there, and the children love them dearly.

And, oh, the dog biscuits!! Biscuits and biscuits as far as they can see. 

God has a sense of humor, so he makes his biscuits in funny shapes for his dogs.

There are kitty biscuits and squirrel biscuits. Ice-cream biscuits and sausage biscuits.

Every angle who passes by has a biscuit for a dog.

 And, of course, all God's dogs sit when the angels say "sit".

Every dog becomes a good dog in heaven. 

God turns clouds inside out to make fluffy beds for the dogs in Dog Heaven,

 and when they are tired from running and barking and eating sausage biscuits, 

the dogs each find a cloud bed for sleeping. 

They turn around and around in the cloud...  until it feels just right

and they curl up and go to sleep.

God watches over each one of them and there are no bad dreams.

Dogs in heaven have almost always belonged to somebody on earth and, 

of course, the dog remembers this. Heaven is full of memories. 

So sometimes an angel will walk a dog back to earth for a little visit and quietly, invisibly

the dog will sniff about his old stomping grounds, will invisibly chase the little dog next door, 

follow her child to school, will sit at the front porch and wait for the mailman. 

When he is satisfied that all is well, the dog will return to heaven with the angel. 

It is where dogs belong, near God who made them.

Dogs that had no real home on earth are given one in Heaven.

 Each dog is petted and reminded how good she or he is, all day long.

Dogs in dog heaven can stay as long as they like and this can mean forever.

They will be there when old friends show up. 

They will be there waiting at the door.



The Rainbow Bridge

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.

 It is called "The Rainbow Bridge" because of its many colors. 

Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills, 

and valleys with lush green grass. 

When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. 

There is always food and water and warm Spring weather. 

Those old and frail animals are young again. 

Those who have been maimed are made whole again.

 They play all day with each other. But there is only one thing missing. 

They are not with their special person who loved them on earth.

 So, each day, they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up. The nose twitches, the ears are up, the eyes are staring, and this one runs from the group. 

You have been seen.

When you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace.

 Your face is kissed again and again. 

You look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet. 

Then, you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.   




Trust in me my friend, for I am your comrade. 

I will protect you with my last breath when all others have left you. 

The loneliness of night closes in, I will be at your side. 

Together we will conquer all obstacles and search out those who might harm others. 

All I ask of you is compassion and the caring touch of your hands. 

It is for you that I will unselfishly give my life. 

Although our days together may be marked by the passing of seasons, 

I know that each day at your side is my reward. 

My days are measured by your footsteps. 

I anticipate at every opening of the door. 

You are the voice of caring when I am ill. 

The voice of authority when I am wrong. 

Together we shall experience a bond only others like us will understand. 

Outsiders see us with envy. 

I will quietly listen and pass no judgment, nor repeat your spoken word. 

I will remain silent and ever loyal. 

When our time is done, you move on in the world. 

Remember me with kindness and that nothing passed among us undetected. 

If we should meet again on another street, I will gladly take up your fight. 

I am a Police Working Dog. 

We are the guardians of the night.