| Location | Dollar |
| Age | 7 years |
| Date of Birth | 31/10/2001 |
| Date of Death | 18/11/2008 |
| Visitors | 527 since 02/06/2009 |
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Strider my boy, I am heartbroken at your loss. Each day the emptiness in the house grows more and
no matter how much I smile at the crazy things you did, the pain is not going away. I miss the bin
being raided, you chasing the deer in the glen, the stomping up the stairs when I wanted to go to
bed, you poking me in the back, just like your dad did when I went down stairs. Your devotion to
the few doggie pals who put up with your attitude and your hatred for those you just did not like.
You were your own dog Strid and I love you so much. I feel so guity that I did not see the pain you
were in sooner. Something I will never come to terms with. I am so sorry. Find your father and
run wild and free. Wait for me.
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ONENESS
The moment I die,
I will try to come back to you
as quickly as possible.
I promise it will not take long.
Isn't it true
I am already with you,
As I die each moment
I come back to you in every moment.
Just look,
Feel my presence.
If you want to cry,
Please cry.
And know that I will cry with you.
The tears you shed
Will heal us both.
Your tears are mine.
The earth I tread this morning
Transcends history.
Spring and Winter are both present in the moment.
The young leaf and the dead leaf are really one.
My feet touch deathlessness,
And my feet are yours. Walk with me now.
Let us enter the dimension of oneness
And see the cherry tree blossom in Winter.
Why should we talk about death
I don't need to die
To be back with you.
Written by Thich Nhat Hanh
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A Peek Into Heaven
Copyright 2006 Callie Sanders Thornton
Just one little peek into heaven,
Is all I'm asking for today.
I just want to know how he's doing,
And heaven seems so far away.
Is he playing on the clouds with angels?
Is he laughing and running today?
Does he miss me?
I guess only he knows.
Oh why does heaven seem so far away?
If you just let me look for a moment,
To catch a glimpse of his sweet smiling face,
I promise I won't try to take him,
I know, he's in a better place.
Just one little peek into heaven,
Is all I'm asking for today.
I just want to know how he's doing,
And heaven seems so far away...
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Summerlands
Just the other side of death's curtain are the Summerlands. All the pets who have died go through this curtain and though they can still watch us, we can't see them. Sometimes the curtain is thin in places and we catch a glimpse of our lost companion waiting on the other side. Sometimes the curtain twitches as they look through at us and we can feel them or feel a sudden draft as the curtain falls back into place. The Summerlands exist in the long, lazy late afternoons of an eternal golden summer of remembered childhood; the time when everything seems most alive and sweetest smelling. Our animals are young again and turned to perfect health. There is always space and time to play and love, places to be with others and places to be alone together. When our time comes, the curtain is lifted from our eyes and we can see the Summerlands ourselves. Waiting there for us are the animals and people we loved in life and we can see them clearly at last. The time has come for us to move away from the curtain and renew these interrupted friendships. Sometimes we can't help but take a peek through the curtain just to see how our own loved ones are doing before they come to join us.
Author Unknown
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A year has past, as I sat on the floor with you on my lap in the vet hospital crying my heart out when left me. The pain of that night is still deep inside and I am so so sorry that I did not twig that you were worse than I had first thought.
But now Strider, your spirit is free and although you will never be in a physical form again, I sometimes feel your energy around me. Just checking to make sure I am okay.
I miss you so much.
STRIDER
Special Friend
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I came home from work; after a long hard day
but the house felt so empty; I couldn't stay
So I grabbed my coat; and hopped in the car
then drove to the park; it wasn't to far
I walked down the path; and spotted a bench
then it started to rain; guess who got drenched
I dried the bench; then sat down to rest
I looked up in the tree; and saw a bird's nest
I watched two dogs; take a break for a drink
as my mind started wandering; I started to think
I thought about times; from back in the past
when the fun we had; would last and last
The kid's would see us; as we walked in the park
and they'd come a runnin; as you let out a bark
With your friendly bark; and wagging tail
off you'd all go; play on the trails
You were so kind and gentle; never a pest
in everyone's book; you were simply the best
Always there; for one in need
as you did your best; to do a good deed
I got up from the bench; and walked to my car
then drove back home; it wasn't very far
I walked in the house; and pulled up a chair
then opened a window; to get some fresh air
I went to the kitchen; to get a drink
then sat in the chair; and began to think
My life has been blessed; since the day we met
to me you are one; very special pet
The Lord decided; to put us together
I'll always be thankful; for ever and ever
You are my star; my guiding light
my eyes and ears; in the black of night
I look to the day; we'll be together again
just me and my very; special friend
John Quealy
~Firsts~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The journey of grief is one of 'firsts'
The first Birthday
The first Christmas
The first anniversary
The list is of endless firsts…
Each 'first' can loom ahead, huge, like a mountain to climb
A block on the way
But remember, once that 'first' is over it will never be a 'first' again
Next time we meet it, we will have met it before
We will know that that mountain can be climbed and we will start to believe that we will be able to climb the next,
and the next, and the next…
Rainbows appear only on dreary, rainy days.
They beautify the world for a few brief moments.
These moments, however, can be spectacular.
YOU were our brief rainbow.
You entered our life
And stayed but a short while.
Nonetheless, the memories of those moments
When you blessed us with laughter and delight,
Joy and smiles,
Charm and beauty,
Gaiety and silliness,
Sunlight and moonbeams,
Giggles and love (ad infinitum)...
Made the deluge,
The tears of pain and anger,
Helplessness and fear,
Insanity and agony,
Sadness and heartbreak,
Emptiness and loneliness
Bearable
Rainbows, however brief,
Make the world a brighter, lovelier place.
How grateful we are that we had you,
Our brief rainbow.
(Peggy Kociscin)
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♥ Peace My Heart ♥
♥ Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
♥ Let it not be a death but completeness.
♥ Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
♥ Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
♥ Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
♥ Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
♥ I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
♥ Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher ♥
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I Thought of You Today.
I woke early this morning, lifted the shade
to a sky overcast and gray.
No ray of sun to brighten my heart,
and I thought of you today.
The breezes of summer are no more
and have moved along on their way.
The crisp air of autumn has settled in,
and I thought of you today.
The crunch of the leaves under my feet,
I remembered how you loved to play,
chasing the leaves across the yard,
and I thought of you today.
As the daylight faded into dusk
and the shadows came to play,
I lit a candle and watched the flame dance,
and I thought of you today.
I crawled into bed, turned out the lamp
and glanced where you used to lay.
The tears came again, as they always do,
as I thought of you today.
(Author Unknown)
~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.
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