Sv: I morrn tas min bästa vän bort...
Jag lider med dig, min schäfer är det snart 1 år sen jag tog bort, och det känns som igår. Det kommer kännas bättre, klen tröst nu tyvärr.
Isa leker nog med Krajjo nu, för där de är finns inga arga hundar, där är det lek hela dagarna
Här är en dikt som tröstar mig när jag tänker på min Isa.
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a
peep. I could see that you were crying, you found
it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m
here”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour
the tea. You were thinking of the many times your
hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were
getting sore, I longed to take your parcels, I wish I
could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with
such care. I want to re-assure you, that I’m not
lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you
fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I
smiled and said “It’s me”
You looked so very tired and sank into a chair. I
tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing
there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you
knew. In the stillness of that evening, I was very
close to you.
The day is over. I smiled and watch you yawning,
and say, “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the
morning”
And when the time is right for you, to cross the brief
divide, I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll
stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so
much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey
out. Then come home to be with me.
Vad har hänt? Varför har du kommit till det beslutet?
