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Quiet Winter Farm
Olivia, It was so Hard to Say goodbye to you .. Having worked in Hospice for
10 years and living on a farm death was not unknown to me. However I found
it so difficult to let you go. From the moment I first saw you I knew we where
supposed to be together, You where an excellent mother to your puppies, a
patient babysitter to my own children, and you proved to be my most loyal
friend. When I experienced the worst tragedy any parent could ever have, My
child died..... My little boy was gone forever and I came back from the
funeral home whith the hard realisation that I would never see him or hold him
ever again.... Once I entered my house I could not make it off the floor, I was
in Grief and Agony You stayed at my side and howled while I sobbed, you
never left me, the beating of your warm heartbeat comforting me, your soft
coat drying my tears and keeping me warm when I was so very cold and
wretched in grief.... You were more compassionate then any person I have
ever known. As I write this, it still surprises me how close my tears are to
the surface and how they flow at even the mention of your name, Still... I
held you as you took your last breaths in the same way with which you lived
your too short life, with dignity and grace. I am honored to have been able
to share my life with such a great being. Your only a heartbeat away but still
deeply, deeply missed . Thank you Olivia, I love you.,,,,,,,,Jacquie
10 years and living on a farm death was not unknown to me. However I found
it so difficult to let you go. From the moment I first saw you I knew we where
supposed to be together, You where an excellent mother to your puppies, a
patient babysitter to my own children, and you proved to be my most loyal
friend. When I experienced the worst tragedy any parent could ever have, My
child died..... My little boy was gone forever and I came back from the
funeral home whith the hard realisation that I would never see him or hold him
ever again.... Once I entered my house I could not make it off the floor, I was
in Grief and Agony You stayed at my side and howled while I sobbed, you
never left me, the beating of your warm heartbeat comforting me, your soft
coat drying my tears and keeping me warm when I was so very cold and
wretched in grief.... You were more compassionate then any person I have
ever known. As I write this, it still surprises me how close my tears are to
the surface and how they flow at even the mention of your name, Still... I
held you as you took your last breaths in the same way with which you lived
your too short life, with dignity and grace. I am honored to have been able
to share my life with such a great being. Your only a heartbeat away but still
deeply, deeply missed . Thank you Olivia, I love you.,,,,,,,,Jacquie
So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll move on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the coat I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.....
Copyright © Jim Willis 2002,
all rights reserved
and you'll move on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the coat I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.....
Copyright © Jim Willis 2002,
all rights reserved
And I remember a time shortly after I had first gotten Olivia that we met a couple
with a young child on a walk who asked to pet Olivia because she looked so friendly
… I later learned from the parents that Olivia was the first dog their child wanted to
touch after a traumatic experience with another dog. It was then that I had started
to realize that Olivia was more then just a dog ...." She was a Higher being"
with a young child on a walk who asked to pet Olivia because she looked so friendly
… I later learned from the parents that Olivia was the first dog their child wanted to
touch after a traumatic experience with another dog. It was then that I had started
to realize that Olivia was more then just a dog ...." She was a Higher being"
OLIVIA- in 2004- "She was the best dog in the whole world, and the
silence of not having her around is DEAFENING!!!!!"
silence of not having her around is DEAFENING!!!!!"
Years ago A Dark
bundle of Fur
Ignored all the other
dogs on the porch
where she was sitting
and quietly,
gracefully made her
way down the old
wooden steps and
walked towards me..
She came with her
head up never taking
her eyes off me and
she walked with
purpose, then she sat
at my side where she
remained for the
next 7years. In
February 2008 She
died in my arms
Softly wagging her
tail as she was gazing
at me. A part of my
heart died with her
that day, Which I
suppose is only Fair,
As she had given me
all of hers since that
day we first met..
Jacquie
bundle of Fur
Ignored all the other
dogs on the porch
where she was sitting
and quietly,
gracefully made her
way down the old
wooden steps and
walked towards me..
She came with her
head up never taking
her eyes off me and
she walked with
purpose, then she sat
at my side where she
remained for the
next 7years. In
February 2008 She
died in my arms
Softly wagging her
tail as she was gazing
at me. A part of my
heart died with her
that day, Which I
suppose is only Fair,
As she had given me
all of hers since that
day we first met..
Jacquie
"Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness.
Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to
acquire without meanness."---
George Sand
Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to
acquire without meanness."---
George Sand
The average dog is a nicer person than the average person." Well, Olivia was no
average dog. She was somebody extraordinary....
average dog. She was somebody extraordinary....
"Come, give me your hand: what's done
cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed."
— Lady Macbeth, Act V, Sc. 1
cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed."
— Lady Macbeth, Act V, Sc. 1
| A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. But...there is no word for a parent who loses a child, that's how awful the loss is! - Neugeboren 1976, |
A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING...
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's
hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...
-Anonymous
NOTE: There is considerable conflict
over the actual authorship of this
poem. It is most commonly attributed to
a Mary Frye (and believed to have
been written around 1932); however,
nothing is known of the author. It is,
however, believed to be one of the
most requested (and reprinted) poems
in the English language!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's
hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...
-Anonymous
NOTE: There is considerable conflict
over the actual authorship of this
poem. It is most commonly attributed to
a Mary Frye (and believed to have
been written around 1932); however,
nothing is known of the author. It is,
however, believed to be one of the
most requested (and reprinted) poems
in the English language!
We Have A Secret
We have a secret, you and I
that no one else shall know,
for who but I can see you lie
each night in fire glow?
And who but I can reach my hand
before we go to bed
and feel the living warmth of you
and touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths
and see ahead of me,
your small form racing with the wind
so young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
in every brook I pass
and when I call, no one but I
can see the bending grass.
Author Unknown
We have a secret, you and I
that no one else shall know,
for who but I can see you lie
each night in fire glow?
And who but I can reach my hand
before we go to bed
and feel the living warmth of you
and touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths
and see ahead of me,
your small form racing with the wind
so young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
in every brook I pass
and when I call, no one but I
can see the bending grass.
Author Unknown
| Olivias Daughter |
"Some animals...leave a
trail of glory behind them.
They give their spirit to
the place where they have
lived, and remain forever
apart of the rocks and
streams and the wind and
sky."
~Marguerite Henry~
trail of glory behind them.
They give their spirit to
the place where they have
lived, and remain forever
apart of the rocks and
streams and the wind and
sky."
~Marguerite Henry~