Jimmy Stewart’s Poem About Dog Love and Loss (Video)

In 1981, the actor Jimmy Stewart appeared on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, where he read a poem he’d written about his late dog Beau. The poem starts out humorous, but turns touching — a beautiful tribute to a beloved animal family member.

Stewart had been shooting a movie in Arizona when he found out Beau was terminally ill; he rushed home to spend a little more time with Beau before the dog was euthanized. After the procedure, he had to sit in his car for 10 minutes to clear his eyes of tears, before he could drive anywhere.

The full text of the poem appear below; the video is definitely worth the watch, though, especially near the end.


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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Michael Van Overberg

Very true all the way, thanks.

William & Katri D.
Katie & Bill D5 years ago

What a Show, How Lovely! Love them both! Thank you

SANJA l6 years ago

Same mine thoughts...

MarĂ­a D'Oporto
Past Member 6 years ago

OHHH very touching

Fred Hoekstra
Fred Hoekstra6 years ago

Thank you Healthy Living Editors, for Sharing this!

caroline s.
Caroline S6 years ago

Brought tears to my eyes.....

Paul Girardin
Paul Girardin6 years ago

Very touching!

This is what is going to save us in the end, LOVE!

Susan Lynch

I remember watching Jimmy Stewart that night, and loving him more than ever. thank you for sharing this with the world.

Carrie Anne Brown

great poem thanks for sharing

Manuela C.
Manuela C6 years ago

Beautiful, made me cry.