Vi havde købt ham som "brugt-hund", ca. 2 år gammel. Han var vanskelig det første år; men tog revance og blev en vidunderlig hund, som vi altid vil huske.

Mozart blev opereret året før, da han havde en stor knude på indersiden af det ene bagben.

Dyrlægen sagde dengang at det ikke så godt ud, og at vi nok skulle forvente at knuden kom igen.

Mozart fik 1½ år til inden knuden tog livet af ham. Han var frisk indtil 3 dage før aflivning og han fik en værdig død.

Vi græd vores salte tårer; men var fast besluttede på ikke at skulle have hund igen.

Den tanke forsvandt i løbet af 3 uger, hvor vi fortvivlet begyndte at søge en ny Mozart, magen til den gamle.

Mozart 12 år gammel og træt af dage -

Mozart 12 years old and tired of days

Our old dog Mozart died the 21th of May 2007, 12 years old.

We bought him "used", about 2 years old. He was difficult the first year; men he took revance and turned into the most wonderfull dog, and we will allways remember him.

Mozart was operated in 2006 for cancer on the leg. The vet. told us then, that the prognoses was bad.

Mozart had another 1½ year until cancer finally took him down. He was fresh until 3 days before his dead and he got a dignified death.

we cried our bitter tears, but was determined not to have dogs again.
The idea disappeared within 3 weeks, where we desperately began looking for a new Mozart, similar to the old.

Poem for Mozart:

If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come -- please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve -- it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years;
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.

 

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's 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.