Goodbye Bonnie

It's so very, very sad. Our sweet friend Bonnie Underfoot has gone to the Rainbow Bridge, so suddenly. We send all our purrs, purrayers, and love to Victor and Bonnie's family, and hope this poem will bring you some comfort. Bonnie was dearly loved and she will be with us all forever. 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 sun 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 weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.