Äidin Tähtisilmä
Rakas Muurahaiskarhu






Woodhead Klorite Washed
"Hannu"
18.03.1997 - 03.07.2007

 This poem was written by Iida 
(12 years)

"I don't hear You nomore, my friend.
I don't see You nomore, my friend.
I'll miss You so long, my friend.
But I know You're out of pain, my friend
An Angel came and helped You, my friend.
You wont suffer nomore, my friend.
The sky is so bright, my friend.
I know how You watch us, my friend.
I know You're happy, I'm not.
You left so soon, but.
As long as I think of you,
You'll live in our hearts.
And that's forever, my friend."


- Iida and I held together Hannu in our arms when he 
was put to sleep...


...

Rakas Hans,
enää ei tarvitse pelätä ukkosta
 eikä kynsienleikkausta

Olit urheista urhein pieni bassetpoika
 meillä on ikävä Sinua...

Hannu with mum Ursula




Hannu and sister Kerttu resting after 10-years birthdayparty:)