Not Again! Farm

I got a call today that one of the puppies in the picture above had passed away yesterday.  It was an unusually warm winter day in NC after a week of warm weather and she went out to play with her sister.  They found her down by the lake but she was already gone.  They believe that the warm weather brought a snake out early.

All dogs enter our homes and warm our hearts but Cavaliers have a way of endearing themselves to everyone they meet.  It is hard to lose a friend and to lose a friend unexpectedly in the prime of life is harder yet.  Her memory will live on with those who knew and loved her.  She had the best of everything in life but the thing she loved best was Cheryl’s lap.

To Cheryl and Family, and all those who have lost a friend, I leave you with this poem

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

Author: Mary Frye