Cat Shelter Felix.
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 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
|Thank You Ann from Zoolatry who has a |
wonderful Tribute here
We will see you dear furend as we continue on until that day we shall all meet again.
Much love from us all
Dad Pete, Timmy, Toby, Buddy, Rumpy, Mr Buttons, Miss Fitz and little Einstein