Razzle went to play with Mo on September 25th.
For everyone who knew and loved him, thank you. Thank you for your love, your unfailing kindness and support in the last 20 months. Without all of you, he would not have had the joyous moments that overcame the disease that took him from us. He loved nothing better than to be loved and petted by his people -- and he returned your love in full measure.
There are no words to adequately express what a great friend and companion he was. Without him, the sun is a little dimmer, the stars a little duller. He is pain-free and home at last. I am quite sure, by the time we all get there, he will have a line of adoring angels waiting to be with him ...
Do not stand by his grave and weep.
He is not there. He does not sleep.
He is a thousand winds that blow.
He is the diamond glint of snow.
He is sunlight on ripened grain.
He is the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
He is the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
He is the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand by his grave and cry.
He is not there . . . He did not die.
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