I did not know Charlie, being new to DWB’s But I has beed oh so moved by all yous posting and sadness for him. I reading everybloggy, but does not know what to comment to you all. My heart be all sore for you all and for the whole DWB’s team. It such an amazing tribute to visit Charlie’s blog and see all the heartpourings for him. That sure one dog that will never be forgot, not just by his family, but by a whole community. I does not know what to post, but this a poem that Mum likes and thinks of when she sad for those that she ‘lost’. Because they never really is, not really. They just here in other ways.
Do not stand by my grave
Do not stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond’s glint in the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
In the soft blush of the morning light
I am the swift bird in flight.
Don’t stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.