As long as you remember him, as long as you speak his name in love, not all the powers of death can stop Corwin from wagging his big, goofy tail.
Regards,
Shodan
PS - To Ernie, and Reeka, and Bowie - good dog!
Because so many people come back to this thread, and the link no longer works, here’s an updated one. The poem is by Kipling and chique gave the title, so if this link goes bad, too, it should still be easy to find.
And here I am crying again. Thanks** Scylla.**
The story of Gledden/Gelert occurs in many cultures, with local variations. Bethgelert is a real place in Wales, and means Gelert’s grave, but who Gelert was remains obscure.