I can't get little Zack off my mind...I hope this doesn't make it harder but thought this poem is something that may help you in your grief...it's beautiful and I want to think all the little Rainbow Bridge dogs are around us all the time in spirit...and little Zack is flying with angels now....
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
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 awakewn in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush; of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
** author Unknown ** |