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Bækbos Dixi in Black


14/7 2000 - 13/12 2012

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But…you’ve given your heart for a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ‘em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long–
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
The Power of a Dog
By: Rudyard Kipling


Det gør mig ondt at høre Ann, jeg ved jo, hvor meget hun betød for dig.

Hvil i fred smukke Dise - du havde et godt liv hos mennesker, der elskede dig


Åh nej Ann :kram: Det gør mig så ondt.

God rejse Dise :lys:

Åh, det gør mig virkelig ondt for dig, Ann -kramer

Åh nej da :græde:

Det gør mig umådelig ondt Ann :trøster:

Åhhh for pokker Ann. :frowning:



:kram: :kram:

Det gør mig ondt :ked:

Hvil i fred Smukke Dise

For pokker da osse, Ann :ked:

Hvil i fred Dise :lys:

:frowning: Det er det væreste man som kæledyrsejer kan blive udsat for…
Dise havde en masse gode år, elsket.

Neej…! :cry: :græde:

Det… det kan ikke passe… :ked:

Årrh Ann og Jan :kram: til jer!

Farvel Dise. :rip:

Det gør mig ondt :ked:

:rip: Dise … ord er fattige

Øv hvor er jeg bare ked af at læse at Dise ikke er længere, dejlig vuffer var hun :hjerte:
God tur over broen Dise - hils de andre :lys:

Kæmpe kram herfra, Ann :kram:
God rejse Dise-vuf.

Smukke, søde, dejlige Dise :ked:

Sender et stort trøstekram til både dig og Jan :kram:

Det gør mig ufattelig ondt Ann!

Sov sødt smukke Dise :hjerte:


Åh nej ikke smukke Dise :ked:

Det gør mig oprigtig ondt, og jeg sender alle mine varmeste tanker til jer :trøster:

:kram: :kram: :kram:

Hvil i fred smukke Dise-pige :lys:

Nej nej nej, det fatter jeg så slet ikke! Det gør mig SÅ ondt for jer! :ked:

:rip: Smukke Dise

God rejse :lys: