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 stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.-- Author Unknown

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I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew... And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, -- Author Unknown |

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Friend, please don't mourn for me My body is gone but I'm always near. I'll never wander out of your sight- I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring, When you start thinking there's no one to love you, I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep -- Author Unknown |

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"They will not go quietly, the dogs who've shared our lives. Old habits still make us think we hear a barking at the door. Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be, And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill, -- Author Unknown |

A Letter From Your Pet In Heaven
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from the Bridge. Here I dwell with God above.
Here there's no more tears of sadness. Here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on."God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight,
God and I are closest to you... in the middle of the night.When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years,
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain;
Then you can say to God at night... "My day was not in vain."And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along I made somebody smile.God says: "If you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.When you're walking down the street with me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.""And when it's time for you to go... from that body to be free.
Remember you're not going... you're coming here to me."-- Author Unknown

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When I'm gone, release me, let me go. You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears. You can only guess how much you gave me in happiness. Grieve for me a while, if you grieve you must then let your grief be comforted by trust. And then when you must come this way alone,
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"POOCHIE'S IN HEAVEN"
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God saw you were getting tired, And a cure was not to be, So he put his arms around you And whispered, "Come to me." With tearful eyes we watched you, And saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard-working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. |

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