The death of a beloved pet is a heartbreaking experience. It can be as devastating as the death of a family member.  There are many ways to deal with the sorrow.  An especially meaningful way is to commission a unique personalized poem about your pet. I can put your pet’s life story into beautiful poetic form. Many people print out these poems and frame them as a lasting memory of their pet. Or perhaps you want to say how sorry you are to a friend whose beloved pet has recently died. Nothing is more thoughtful than a personalized pet memorial poem.  Contact me at

First  use your PayPal or Credit Card,

Then email me to let me know exactly what information you want in your poem.

I will create the perfect poetic memorial,  a beautiful reminder of your most precious cat or dog. I guarantee you will be more than pleased and to ensure that I will rewrite the poem up to three times to ensure your complete satisfaction.

Here are some examples:


by Rebecca Strecker



You were more than just a dog to me.

You were my trusted friend.

You had that trick you loved to do

and did it ’till the end.

You snuggled close and shared my bed

even when you took ill.

And now my heart is broken

feeling weary, sad, and still.

Each morning you would greet me:

smiling face and shining eyes.

I’d wake to get your breakfast

as the sun would start to rise.

And now the sun will rise again

but Molly won’t be there.

You’ll live forever in my heart.

Forever in my care.

You’ll join the others that I’ve loved,

throughout the years gone by.

Who gave me all the love they had.

Why must our best friends die?



by Rebecca Strecker



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He was everybody’s lover boy…everybody’s friend.
A big strong healthy kitty with a purr that wouldn’t end.

Whenever I would come around, he’d let me pick him up.
Mary would come and check on him and fill his water cup.

He always was so mellow…a pal to Steve and me.
“Mom” never saw you sleeping underneath her SUV.

The vet said that your bones would heal, but you decided “No”.
and went away to Rainbow Bridge where “Mom” sent Red to go.

Old Red shared your Friskies but he never had a home.
A damaged eye–a scruffy coat–afraid and all alone.

“Mom” couldn’t stand to see him when her Furby was so ill.
She called Animal Control and they gave Red the poison pill.

Then you decided “Time to leave,” and closed your pretty eyes.
In a moment you were on the Bridge beneath the bluest skies.

Red’s healthy now and whole again as are you, Furby, dear.
Both at the Bridge where life goes on so far and yet so near.


May 1991-June 20, 2008

Awaiting Ann at Rainbow Bridge
Awaiting Ann at Rainbow Bridge

Ann named me Juan Diego and I was lucky from the start.
She fed me when I showed up and she took me to her heart.

One day she saw me injured and she brought me to the vet.
Although I was an Alpha Cat, I became her loving pet.

I joined her other kitties, but I was still the king.
I called the shots and ruled the roost because that was my thing.

Blancha died before me and although she’s out of sight
She recently came to me in a dream I had at night.

She told me that an angel came and took her far away,
to a place where she was young again had food and time to play.

Blancha told me that she’d meet me, so I had no fear to die.
She said death was like a “So long”,not a permanent goodbye.

So now I’m here with Blancha and I’m feeling pretty great.
And we’ll enjoy this lovely place ‘till Ann meets us at the gate.

We’ll have a grand reunion, and all of us will hug.
And then we’ll live forever, surrounded in God’s love.

I received this message from Ann Selva:
“Your beautiful poem arrived today and I’m shaking and crying as I read your exquisite words. You captured so many aspects of Diego. I will treasure that poem always. I will display it and when Diego’s ashes arrive, it will be placed alongside him for all to read. What a loving, touching tribute to Diego.”

Sam The Frisby Dog
by Rebecca Strecker
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Of all the dogs I ever knew
there was one special one:
My Sam the wacky frisby dog
whose life was about fun.

He lived for playing frisby catch
and leaped so very high
that neighbors would come by to watch
my Sam near touch the sky.

He loved to chomp on water
as it squirted from a hose.
He’d do flips as the water swirled
in circles near his nose.

I bought Sam a red bandanna
and it made him look so cool.
Sam knew that he was special,
and he made up his own rules.

He knew how much I loved him,
that he was my Special Boy
and while he lost his life too soon
he lived his life with joy.

I never will forget Sam
and I know we’ll meet again.
I’ll bring along his frisby
for Sam, my faithful friend.