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 rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Every dog that comes through the shelter and clinic gates is as dear to us as the dogs that lie by our feet & sit beside us at home.
Fate dealt them a cruel hand when they were born on the streets to suffer or guided them to the clutches of cruel humans.
Lives are lost at the shelter to old age or when disease or injury gets ahead of us & is impossible to cure. When that happens we weep & mourn.
This virtual garden is a happy, peaceful place where we can walk & visit the dead. Those that we loved & lost.
Above is a tiny snippet of the garden. Below you will find videos of the special places created to honour the memory of each dog we were privileged to serve. In the centre of the garden is a memorial to every human and non human life lost in the earthquakes of February 2023.
Ben is was a street born dog who came under our care suffering from e.canis, pancreatitis & liver disease. Despite being very poorly he rallied & went on to live another year at the shelter.
Pamuk much loved by Ayse and his sponsor mum Kathryn. Dr V helped Pamuk to the bridge after hospice care in the clinic.