In Memory of "Butch"

"Farewell, Master, yet not farwell.
Where I go, ye too shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face.
A moment's time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped
Ye will wonder why ye wept."

After Death by Edwin Arnold

The above poem was in the container with Butch's ashes.
BButch had a long and happy life and will be deeply missed by all that knew him.