Nov 15th, 2021

Author: donich_admin

End of an Era – Tora died

Poor old Tora needed to be put to sleep. He was 19, rake thin, sleeping all the time and had got to the point where he couldn’t even jump on the bed.

May he and Schrodi wait for us at the Rainbow Bridge.  I will never forget them.

Stand here at my grave and weep
For I am dead, not just asleep
A thousand winds may come and blow
But their direction I’ll not know
The sun upon the grass may shine
No more I’ll see it any time.
The rain upon the ground may pour
The birds may circle round the shore
No doubt the stars may shine at night
No doubt the snow reflects the light
But stand here at my grave and cry
For I lie here and I did die