Paulcougar1964
It does not count. I have only slipped into the next room. Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.

All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

By Henry Scott-Holland, 1909




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Buddy2018
OMG so beautiful brought tears to my eyes.
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Imlost101
I needed this. Thank you
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camunki
thanks Paul....this is something i so needed to hear and it means alot knowing that death is not the end.

Cam


 
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Bailey15
Thank you for posting this beautiful poem. It has always been one of my favourites. Perfect to remind us that our precious friends are just around the corner and all really is well. ❤️
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JackieMyBabydoll
Thank you. This may be the hope I need. Been in a terrible grief since 12/19/17. Not my first pet but certainly the strongest connection. ❤
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