Duke
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Duke was
put to sleep this morning after a short battle with terminal bone
cancer. He was 10 ½ years old. We "adopted" Duke from a pound in
Virginia almost exactly seven years ago. Duke has been a watchful
guardian and a faithful companion. For all his size (70 lbs), Duke was
a sweet and gentle creature. He will be missed.
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's 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.
"Give me paw, Dukey."