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April 20, 1993 - Februrary 2, 2008

Donations in Alex's memory may be made to the Humane Society of your choice to provide for homeless animals in your community or to the Winn Feline Foundation to support research into improved treatment and prevention of common diseases in cats.


A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

-Mary Frye



NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost


MY FRIEND

I loved my friend
He went away from me.
There's nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began--
I loved my friend.

-Langston Hughes