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| Jamahl |
| I stood by your bed last night I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep. I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear. "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine... I'm here..." I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour your tea. You were thinking of the many times, your hand reached down to me. I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more. I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care I want to reassure you I am not lying there I walked with you towards the house, as you fumble for your key I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said: "It's me..." You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair I tried so very hard to let you know, that I was standing there It's possible for me... To be near you every day To say to you with certainty: "I never went away." You sat there very quietly... then smiled, I think you knew in the stillness of the evening, I was very close to you The day is over I smile and watch you yawn and say: "Goodnight my love, see you in the morning." And when the time is right for you to cross the brief devide I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand side by side I have so many things to show you, so much for you to see Be patient, live your journey out... Then come to be with me... Mij toegezonden door Marielle van het dierenprikbord, dank je Marielle... |
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| Jamahl overleed op 14 mei 2001 om tien voor elf 's ochtends aan een combinatie van slechte doorbloeding van de achterpoten, epilepsie en een slecht hart... Hij werd 13 jaar. |
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