Any Prayers/Reflections for the Loss of Loved Animal?

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I have been grieving the death of my little chihuahua, who died right before Christmas. Every time I see his sweet little face in a picture, I’m overwhelmed. I have bought four books dealing with the death of pets. One was written by a Catholic priest, another, by a protestant minister. Most of their writings pertain to the Bible and religious truths. One book is “Will I See My Dog in Heaven?” by Jack Wintz, OFM. If your church has an annual blessing for animals, you could probably attend the service just to memorialize your pet.

Meanwhile, a very old song popped into my head, and I don’t know where it came from, but my
grandmother used to sing it.

“Where, oh where has my little dog gone?
Where oh where can he be?
With his tail cut short and his ears cut long,
Where, oh where can he be”

I know they used to or still do crop the tail and sometimes the ears of certain breeds.
 
I feel sure that we will all be reunited with our beloved pets someday.

Very sorry about your loss.
 
Thank you all. Here is a lovely bit from no less than CS Lewis himself:

In his allegorical book, The Great Divorce , C. S. Lewis gives us a beautiful picture of a redeemed lady arriving in Heaven with a glorious processional of animals. An observer asks his angelic teacher:

“And how… but hullo! What are all these animals? A cat — two cats — dozens of cats. And all those dogs… why, I can’t count them. And the birds. And the horses.”

“They are her beasts.”

“Did she keep a sort of zoo? I mean, this is a bit too much.”

“Every beast and bird that came near her had its place in her love. In her they became themselves. And now the abundance of life she has in Christ from the Father flows over into them.”

I looked at my teacher in amazement.

“Yes,” he said. “It is like when you throw a stone into a pool, and the concentric waves spread out further and further. Who knows where it will end? Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.”1
 
To Tippy, Tiny, Anchor, Doo-doo, Sammy, Nalu, Milu, Maxwell, Duncan…I miss your unconditional love, so much, and you taught me so much about what love is…Haley, Callie, Monty thanks for being a part of my life, and I may not out live you, but I will always remember your love!
 
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Thank you all for the posts and thoughts. Rainbow Bridge is indeed beautiful - the tears are welling, I can tell you. So appreciate the help.
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Hi Bixby,

I have been thinking of you and your family, and those who have also suffered the loss of a beloved pet recently.

It has been about 2 months now since we have been without our dear old kitty.

We had to take her in unexpectedly to the Vet’s at the end of January, as she wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t eating like she should have been.

She was quite old and had kidney and thyroid issues, and at her age of over 20 years old–going on 21–we really knew that she could go at any time then.

It was still difficult to take her in and then suddenly know that she wouldn’t be able to come back home again.

I usually leave tabs/windows up on my Chromebook computer, and then I’ll go through and close them out as needed. I had a window open where I had been looking at pet supplies and toys for her then, and had just kept it up and open. That page was all that I needed, to start thinking of her and to start crying again.

I share in your grief, and I’d like to think too that we may all be united someday with our beloved animal friends. ❤️

May God bless you and comfort you and your family in your time of grief.
 
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I am sorry for the loss of your pet.
I am still mourning my dear dog friend, a Border Collie mix, even though it’s been a year. But something happened back then that gave me encouragement.
He was very elderly and sick, whining all night, and there was nothing more that could be done. So I took him in to the vet, after taking him for a last walk in the dog park.
It was a Friday. First the vet gives a shot to relax and let the dog sleep, and then the shot to euthanize him. As she put in that last injection, my phone alarm went off. I grabbed it to turn it off, and noticed the message. I had forgotten I had set the alarm to go off at 3:00 PM, the hour of mercy, each Friday, and the message was “Divine Mercy.”
I know my pet is in good hands.
 
Almost two weeks since our kitty named Tzupy has died. May he rest in the arms of the Lord!
Such an innocent and lovely kitty he was, the perfect one. And the Lord let us enjoy him for a long time (in cat’s life span) - almost 16 years.
In the name of St. Seraphim listed here I am thinking that his prayer rule would be a fitted prayer in memory of a lost wordless little friend?
Our Father (x3) Hail Mary (x3) The Creed (x1)
 
This has been such a good experience for me. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for sharing. OGM, Vicki and Mary, each of your stories is deeply touching, and comes with the important reminder, for our family, that many, many have through similar sadness to ours. Part of what makes this so hard, though, is our dear cat was taken from us so early - just under five years old.

Today will be difficult as it is the first week’s anniversary of her loss. My daughters and I plan to go to a lovely, quiet local church; there we will say a rosary for Our Lady on this feast day of hers, and then light some candles, one for the souls in Purgatory, another for a private intention, and the last, humbly, for Little Kitty, that we might see her again one day.

We hope very much that Lewis was right! God bless you all.
 
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I had forgotten I had set the alarm to go off at 3:00 PM, the hour of mercy, each Friday, and the message was “Divine Mercy.”
I know my pet is in good hands.
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Oh I know that kind of experience. My father, when he was dying, well a priest came to give him last rites. My father had lived a wicked life.
He has suffered a massive stroke and wasn’t able to speak well. But with the priest, he was able to mouth the Lord’s Prayer. It was during the Diving Mercy hour, on Passionweek Friday.

God’s mercy leaves me breathless
 
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