Light A Candle in Loving Memories

If we were our pets, if we saw the world from them,If we lived like that, we wouldn’t be so sad. Because we need to enjoy our own lives until it’s our time to go. It isn’t easy, and many are tempted to forget, and to grieve for long and wasteful hours. But we’re still here, and what more could our pets want than that we live as good and happy lives as they did?

If their sweetness was sorrow, would they’ve been as good companions? There are thorns in a rose, that I know. But there is life in death as well, and we can all be better people by remembering what our pets did for us, and how they helped us realise how much we can mean to people, even if those people aren’t human. God bless the little angels here.

 

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.

This Poem is the saddest I know.
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