I'll leave you with this poem, which I find comforting- I hope you do too, whether it be due to a passing of a beloved animal, or of a person in your life.
Death is nothing at all
Death is nothing at all,
        I have only slipped away
        into the next room.
I am I,
        and you are you;
        whatever we were to each other,
        that, we still are.
Call me by my old         familiar name,
        speak to me in the easy way
        which you always used,
        put no difference in your tone,
        wear no forced air
        of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always         laughed
        at the little jokes we shared together.
        Let my name ever be
        the household word that it always was.
        Let it be spoken without effect,
        without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all
        that it         ever meant.
        It is the same as it ever was.
        There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of         mind
        because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
        for an interval,
        somewhere very near,
        just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
        1847 -1918
-Kristen
Keep's Rabbitry
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