Telkens een hondje sterft, zoeken we naar een manier om met het verlies om te gaan. De herinneringen zijn onbetaalbaar, maar soms biedt een banale afbeelding of quote hulp om het een plaats te geven.
Whippets do not die,
they only gain their wings and fly.
They will play again I pray,
in those green fields far away.
Past the gates of pearly white,
with other loved ones gone from sight.
We will see them once again,
at the bridge called Rainbow’s end.
With a wag of a tail and a jump in the air,
we will once again become a pair.
Don’t be sad this day my friend,
just look for the bridge
called Rainbow’s end.
And Remember. Whippets do not die,
they gain their wings and learn to fly.
There is one best place to bury a dog,
if you bury him in this spot, he will
come to you when you call – come to you
over the grim, dim frontier of death,
and down the well-remembered path
and to your side again.
And though you call a dozen living
dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him,
nor resent him coming,
for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see
no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
who hear no whimper, people
who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know
something that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog
is in the heart of his master.’
“Till We Meet Again”
The day you wagged into my life
we bonded from the start.
you brought happiness to all my years…
and love into my heart.
There is no other like you –
you were beautifully unique.
And my heart breaks to not have you here
every minute of every week.
Even in your absence,
there is hope my friend.
On that rainbow bridge we’ll meet
to love and play again.