"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."
^Poem I found on a page discussing dog deaths. I was looking up dog deaths because my dog had to be put down at the vet like a week and a half ago.
Shazoooooo!
I dare you not to crack up at this. I ****ing dare you.
If you don't, something is very very wrong with you, and you should seek professional help.