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finde ich Sprüche á la "War ja nur ein Hund/Katze/...." völlig daneben.
Schliesslich hat man ein Familienmitglied verloren und hat das Recht auf Trauer und Schmerz.

Es gibt einige kleine Geschichten, Sprüche, Gedichte die den Abschied leichter machen.

Schön finde ich folgende:

Steh nicht an meinem Grab und weine

Steh nicht an meinem Grab und weine.
Ich bin nicht dort. Ich schlafe nicht.
Ich bin wie tausend Winde die wehen.
Ich bin das diamantene Glitzern des Schnees.
Ich bin das Sonnenlicht aus reifendem Korn.
Ich bin der sanfte Herbstregen.
Wenn Du aufwachst in des Morgens Stille, bin ich der flinke
Flügelschlag friedlicher Vögel im kreisenden Flug.
Ich bin der milde Stern, der in der Nacht leuchtet.
Stehe nicht an meinem Grab und weine.
Ich bin nicht dort. Ich bin nicht tot."

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Ich bin nicht tot, ich wechsle nur die Räume.
Ich bin bei Dir, ich geh durch Deine Träume.
Gräm Dich nicht - ich bin zuhause
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Wenn wir bedenken, daß wir alle verrückt sind, ist das Leben erklärt....

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Are Animals Allowed In Heaven?

A man was riding his horse down a road while his dog padded along side him. Suddenly the man remembered that he was dead, and that his horse and dog and been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while , the travelers came to a high marble wall along one side of the road. At the top of a long hill, the wall was broken by an arch that glowed in the sunlight. When they reached the arch, the man saw a magnificent gate of mother of pearl. The path that led to the gate was pure gold. He nudged his horse toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk.
"Excuse me." he called out, "Can you tell me where we are?"
"This is heaven, sir." the man at the desk answered.
"Heaven....would you happen to have some water, then?"
"Of course, sir, Come right in." the gate began to open.
"Can my friends come in too?" the traveler asked, gesturing toward his horse and dog.
"I'm sorry sir, but we don't accept animals here."
The man thought for a moment, then turned his horse back toward the road and continued on his way. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road that led through a farm gate that stood open. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah sure. There is a pump you can use. Come on in."
"How about my friends here?" the traveler asked.
"There should be a bowl and a bucket by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl and a bucket beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink, then gave water to the dog while he filled the bucket for his horse. When they had all satisfied their thirst, he led his horse back toward the man who was standing by the tree, with the dog following faithfully behind.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler replied. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad that they use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we are just grateful that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
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Wenn wir bedenken, daß wir alle verrückt sind, ist das Leben erklärt....

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Stop all the clocks
W. H. Auden


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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Wenn wir bedenken, daß wir alle verrückt sind, ist das Leben erklärt....

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Und hier mein Lieblingsgedicht für den Besten aller Hunde:

A MALAMUTE DOG
by Pat O'Cotter

You can't tell me God would have Heaven
So a man couldn't mix with his friends-
That we are doomed to meet disappointment
When we come to the place the trail ends.

That would be a low-grade sort of Heaven
And I never regret a damned sin
If I rush up to the gates white and pearly
And they don't let my malamute in.

For I know it would never be homelike
No matter how golden the strand,
If I lose out that pal-loving feeling
Of a malamutes nose on my hand.
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Wenn wir bedenken, daß wir alle verrückt sind, ist das Leben erklärt....

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Eins mit dem Wind

Wir halten die Hand
und fühlen
die Seele davonschweben

der Abschied
läßt unsere Tränen
zu warmem Eis erstarren

die Zeit hält an
Stille
die letzte Sekunde

Das Leben
fliegt davon
ohne nochmal zu fragen

es wird eins
mit dem Wind

Engelbert Schinkel