| Location | London |
| Age | 10 years |
| Date of Birth | 09/08/1998 |
| Date of Death | 06/10/2008 |
| Visitors | 1,375 since 04/11/2008 |
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Cyrus is a very specail boy.
The Promise
To each and every faithful friend
With whom we stayed until the end
Rest in peace while we explain
That one day we will meet again
If we were not there and so did fail
To see the last wag of your tail
Our love for you will never wane
Forgive us, please, when we meet again
We were with your presence blessed
Your ample heart, which won the quest
For beauty, flowing in your vein
Will see the day we meet again
You gave us many happy years
Departing, with us crying tears
We pray that you were without pain
And promise that we will meet again
Greater friends we will not make
You are they that give not take
Perchance we have some more to gain
Until the day we meet again
When that day comes and we all meet
May you once more rise to your feet
To walk with us in sun not rain
And fulfil the promise to meet again
M. C. Kiff
We Let You Go
Into the darkness and warmth of the earth
We lay you down
Into the sadness and smiles of our memories
We lay you down
Into the cycle of living and dying and rising again
We lay you down
May you rest in peace, in fulfilment, in loving
May you run straight home in God's embrace
Into the freedom of wind and sunshine
We let you go
Into the dance of the stars and the planets
We let you go
Into the wind's breath and the hands of the star maker
We let you go
We love you, we miss you, we want you to be happy
Go safely, go dancing, go running home
unknown
Behind Your Wings
Like a veil being drawn across my heart
With your love buried deep inside
When troubled times are about to start
Behind your wings I hide
When temptation comes and I know it must
To reveal what's hidden inside
I call to the only one I trust
And behind your wings I hide
When night-time creeps upon the day
And there's no-one by my side
I close my eyes and with my spirit I pray
It's behind your wings I hide
Like a veil being drawn across my heart
To heal the wounds deep inside
Your love fills my being in every part
And on your wings I glide.
Lorraine Thompson
Life must go on
Grieve for me, for I would grieve for you.
Then brush away the sorrow and the tears
Life is not over, but begins anew,
with courage you must greet the coming years.
To live forever in the past is wrong;
can only cause you misery and pain.
Dwell not on memories overlong,
with others you must share and care again.
Reach out and comfort those who comfort you;
recall the years, but only for a while.
Nurse not your loneliness; but live again.
Forget not. Remember with a smile.
a Navaho Prayer
Our memories build a special bridge
When loved ones have to part
To help us feel were with them still
And soothe a grieving heart
They span the years and warm our lives
Preserving ties that bind
Our memories build a special bridge
And bring us peace of mind
Emily Mathews
When we lose a loved one
Our world just falls apart
We think that we cant carry on
With this broken heart
Everything is different now
You're upset and you're annoyed
Your world it seems is shattered
There's such an awful void
There's got to be a reason
And we have to understand
God made us and at any time
Hell reach down for our hand
There might not be a warning
We won't know where or when
The only thing were certain of
Is well meet them once again.
Anon
A PET'S POEM
A companion,a pal
A very best friend.
Someone to trust,
To love 'til the end.
Someone to trust,
When feeling blue.
Always a smile,
To always greet you.
Always a smile,
To dry up your tears.
A person to be there,
To quiet your fears.
A person to be there,
When lonely or sad.
Loving regardless,
If hating or mad.
Loving regardless,
If caring or cruel.
No matter what,
Genius or fool.
No matter what,
They stand by you.
Who is this person,
Have you a clue?
Who is this person?
I'll tell you who.
This is your pet,
That loves through 'n through.
Author Unknown
Tears
One tiny gentle tear drop
Fell upon the ground
Pain that it carried
Lost without a sound
One tiny gentle tear drop
Landing on a cheek
Strength it had stolen
Left the owner weak
One tiny gentle tear drop
Settled on a mind
Washes the conscience
Of hurt left behind
One tiny gentle tear drop
Displayed its inner core
Never to be noticed
It trickled through the door
One tiny gentle tear drop
Gave up the fight
To join the company of others
Flowing every night
One tiny gentle tear drop
I will keep with me
Just as a reminder
Of how cruel life can be
By Angie
Message
DELIVER THIS MESSAGE
SEND GOD MY LOVE
AS YOU FLY AWAY HOME
ON THE WINGS OF A DOVE
WHEN I HEAR YOUR NAME
I WON’T BE SAD
I WILL LOOK TOWARDS HEAVEN
SMILE AND BE GLAD
SIMPLY TO HAVE KNOWN YOU
HAS BEEN MY PLEASURE
MISSED BY ALL WHO KNEW YOU
YOUR MEMORY I WILL TREASURE
FOR ALL OF THE TOMORROWS
YOU DID NOT RECEIVE
I WILL LIVE MY BEST TODAYS
AND IN GOD I’LL BELIEVE
WITH A HOPE THAT ONE DAY
WE WILL ALL MEET AGAIN
GOD’S PROMISE TO US
A LIFE WITHOUT END.
Priscilla Munson
How We Survive
If we are fortunate,
we are given a warning.
If not,
there is only the sudden horror,
the wrench of being torn apart;
of being reminded
that nothing is permanent,
not even the ones we love,
the ones our lives revolve around.
Life is a fragile affair.
We are all dancing
on the edge of a precipice,
a dizzying cliff so high
we can't see the bottom.
One by one,
we lose those we love most
into the dark ravine.
So we must cherish them
without reservation.
Now.
Today.
This minute.
We will lose them
or they will lose us
someday.
This is certain.
There is no time for bickering.
And their loss
will leave a great pit in our hearts;
a pit we struggle to avoid
during the day
and fall into at night.
Some,
unable to accept this loss,
unable to determine
the worth of life without them,
jump into that black pit
spiritually or physically,
hoping to find them there.
And some survive
the shock,
the denial,
the horror,
the bargaining,
the barren, empty aching,
the unanswered prayers,
the sleepless nights
when their breath is crushed
under the weight of silence
and all that it means.
Somehow, some survive all that and,
like a flower opening after a storm,
they slowly begin to remember
the one they lost
in a different way...
The laughter,
the irrepressible spirit,
the generous heart,
the way their smile made them feel,
the encouragement they gave
even as their own dreams were dying.
And in time, they fill the pit
with other memories
the only memories that really matter.
We will still cry.
We will always cry.
But with loving reflection
more than hopeless longing.
And that is how we survive.
That is how the story should end.
That is how they would want it to be.
- Mark Rickerby
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