Til minne om de som har forlatt oss

I will lend to you for a while, a setland sheepdog pup, God said For you to love while he lives and mourn for him when he’s dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe for two or three. But will you, until I call him back, take care of him for me.He’ll bring his charms to gladden you and (shold his stay be brief) You’ll always have his memories as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return, But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn. I’ve looked the whole world over search of teachers true. And from the folk that crowds life’s land I have chosen you. Now will you give all your love, not think the labour vain. Not hate me when I come to take my shetland sheepdog back again.

I fancied that I heard them say “Dear Lord Thy Will be Done” For all the joys this shetland sheepdog will bring, the risk of grief we will run. We will shelter him with tenderness, we will love him while we may. And for the happiness we’ve known, forever grateful stay. But should you call him back, much sooner than we’ve planned. We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.

If, by our love, we’ve managed’ your wishes to achieve . In memory of him we loved, to help us while we grieve. When our faithful fluffy bundle departs this world of strife. We will have another sheltie and love him all his life. . . . . . .

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