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For our beloved angel  Pikku 20/07/97 - 29/06/05 

Mom and Dad will love you forever. We miss you so much... you can't imagine. 

Hope to see you one day again in this or in another life because love does not know frontiers and whatever happens, we will never be apart. Your bed and your raisins are still waiting for you. Come back soon our beloved angel. 

"Somewhere in time"

Somewhere in time together we are...
Pikku and I sitting under our star.

Somewhere in time together we'll be...
now and forever Pikku  and me.

Somewhere in time our world did not end...
Somewhere in time I'm still with my friend.

Somewhere our days have not passed us by...
Somewhere in time sit Pikku and I.

Together in time...
Pikku and I

source: Shoo Fly's memorial - adapted from the original

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...

source  PetLoss

"Thoughts of You" 

I often stop to think of you
throughout the busy day.
And when I stop to think of you
all sadness melts away.

For each time that I think of you
my heart begins to smile.
I often stop to think of you
and rest there for awhile.

Source: Shoo Fly's memorial

"The mistery"

Will you come to me in the snow, my love,
when the ground is barren...white?
Will you stay with me... right next to me...
Through the long cold winter night?
Will you come to me in the spring, my love,
when the trees begin to green?
When robins sing and flowers bloom with winter a passing dream?
Will you come to me in the sun,
my love, in the warmth of a summer day?
Will I look out my door...
you'll be there once more...
and this loneliness will pass away?
Will you come in the light of the October moon...
will you come to me in the fall?
But the mystery I'd say
of the first time that May
is that you came...
to me...
at all.

Source: Shoo Fly's memorial