Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Vale Chance - Nuthatch's The Negotiator

Suddenly, yesterday afternoon. Chance had slowed down dramatically over the last year, particularly after the passing of his mother and best friend, Holly, last year. He will be dearly missed.

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush.

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there;

I did not die.

- Anon -


  1. Oh, Heather. I'm so sorry to read about Chance. It seems like a lot of our old friends are leaving us right now. I'm sure he had a great life with you.

  2. Heather....sorry. A beautiful poem to a lovely dog. His head is very much like Murphy's...then I saw his Mother...out of Jona/Reggie? The Kingswood head and kind eyes.

  3. Oh Heather so sorry to read this news, I am sure he will be missed deeply by the family human and canine.


  4. so sorry Heather..he had such a kind face..hope he has been reunited with HOlly