“A special tribute” to all our beloved dogs
that in different ways
continue to stay with us ...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep
I am a thousant winds that blow
I am a diamond that glints the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circles flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do no stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye