Det var dags...gammal...men det gör inte mindre ont för det...
Det är svårt det där när någon nära går bort...
Har tre dikter som jag tycker säger det mesta.
Remembering
A wagging tail, adoring eyes, barking at the door.
Playful tugging, frequent naps, toys strewn across the floor.
With little snorts and playful barks you made your presence known
And knowing you were always there I never felt alone.
You loved it when I scratched your ears.
I swear it made you smile.
I could never stay angry with you,
I couldn´t if I tried.
The barking at the door has ceased
no wagging tail to greet me,
just memories of a special friend
and good times are all I see.
Although I miss you dearly
I´ll try not to feel so blue.
Because I know that there´s a
Heaven for special dogs like you.
Miss you…
May I go now?
Do you think the time is right?
May I say goodbye to pain filled days and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond and set my spirit free?
I didn't want to go at first, I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now to a warm and living light.
I want to go, I really do.
It's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and affraid, because I see your tears.
I'll not be far, I promise that, and hope you'll always know...
That my spirit will be close to you where ever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me
You know I love you too.
That's why it's so hard to say goodbye and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time and let me hear you say...
Because you care so much for me,
You'll let me go today
"Sorg är en triangel som snurrar runt i hjärtat med spetsar som rispar.
Det gör fruktansvärt ont.
Men varefter tiden går slits spetsarna ner mer och mer och till sist har triangeln blivit alldeles rund.
Den fortsätter att snurra men utan smärta.
Sorg är en process som tar tid. Hur lång tid det tar innan man kan börja leva igen beror på många olika saker. På vilket stöd man har och vilka resurser.
När man klarar av att se att glädjen över det man har en dag kommer att överskugga saknaden efter det man inte har; när man klarar av att släppa taget om sorgen - då är triangelns spetsar bortslipade och kulan blir till en skatt i ens hjärta."
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