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 -
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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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.
ReplyDeleteHeather....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.
ReplyDeleteOh Heather so sorry to read this news, I am sure he will be missed deeply by the family human and canine.
ReplyDeleteKaren
so sorry Heather..he had such a kind face..hope he has been reunited with HOlly
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