jeanne schreef:
Dankje wel luca, het is inmiddels alweer 2 weken geleden, en soms is het alsof ik ze nog hoor en ruik 
Ik lees heel het verhaal net, wat vreselijk voor jou en je familie zeg ..... Heel veel sterkte. Ik begrijp echt wat je doormaakt en hoopt dat de tranen snel plaats gaan maken voor een lachje als je terugdenkt aan de fijne die ze jou bezorgde en vice versa natuurlijk.
Je kent dit gedichtje misschien wel, mij heeft het een beetje geholpen om het verlies van mijn Chelsey te verwerken, geloven is mooi, het zeker weten zou beter zijn ............
DOG HEAVEN
The way to Dog Heaven is a field of sweet grass where crickets and butterflies play.
A dog may be late in getting to Heaven… there's so much fun on the way! But an angel will wait at the yellow front door, wait untill a doggy comes home.
And when he arrives, he'll give him a hug and a bowl full of meat just only for him.
There are meadows In Dog Heaven, and a field to run around Just specially made for dogs.
And sticks to run after and bring back to and fro, and when there's no one to throw it away the stick will simply be thrown by itself.
And oh the toys doggy toys everywhere, thousands and thousands Go by
There are angels of course, with gentle soft hands who stroke the dogs fur all day long.
The angels will rubb doggies belly and ears and sing them a Dog Heaven song.
And when dogs are hungry there's God's kitchen counter all covered with big doggy bowls full of bones and meat and morsels to eat.
The dogs in Dog Heaven are so loved and spoiled God lets them all lie on His bed… And when He walks in His garden with a good black book a doggy will play at His side.
Then when a dog needs, he may just simply ponder and watch the blue world deep and wide…
He will watch the old house where he once lived and wandered and the people who loved him inside
All dogs love Heaven they know the way there, they know where the angel dogs fly.
They'll run past the stars and the moon and the sun… …to curl up with God in the sky.
