| Location | Worcester |
| Age | 20 years |
| Date of Birth | 01/01/1989 |
| Date of Death | 01/01/2009 |
| Visitors | 1,098 since 14/03/2009 |
| Creator |
20 years was still not enough....Born on Good Friday and went to sleep on Shrove Tuesday...you have left a hole the size of the moon. We hope your life was as happy as you made us...Rest in peace now big girl...go be with Jamie x
TWO FRIDAY
remembering all
The Journey (Part 1)
When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey. A journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet will also test your strength and courage. If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.
Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures -- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.
Your pace may be slower, except when heading home to the food dish, but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details: the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig.
Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching: summer insects collecting on a screen; how bizarre they are; how many kinds there are or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie with a cat in hot pursuit, all in the name of love.
Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound. You will learn the true measure of love. The steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together."
peter stewart and friends of gts
AND MY CAT WITH YOU WHISPER
When a furchild dies, a cloud turns into an angel and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. Our furchildren may disappear from our lives, but they never really go away. Their spirits put the sun to bed, wake up the grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see the Rainbow Angels dancing in a cloud during the daytime when they're supposed to be napping. They paint the rainbows and the sunsets. They tug at the tide and make the waves splash. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing windsongs, they whisper to us,
"Don't miss me too much. The view is nice, and I'm doing just fine."
Ashley Rice
(Pet Version)
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The years will fall like autumn leaves upon her memory.
The touch of Time will ease the heartache, gently, tenderly...
It cannot always be like this; the agony will cease.
And I, resigned, shall find at last - my healing and my peace.
There comes a time when grief must end and sorrow pass away.
Never will she be forgotten - but there'll come a day -
when I shall remember her without a stab of pain -
happy in the secret knowledge that we'll meet again.
(Patience Strong)
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♥ Borrowed Angels ♥
Sung by Kristin Chenoweth
They shine a little brighter, they feel a little more
They touch your life in ways no one has ever done before
They love a little stronger, they live to give their best
They make our lives so blest, so why do they go so soon?
The ones with souls so beautiful I heard someone say--
There must be Borrowed Angels, here in this life
They come along, into this world, and make this world bright
But they can't stay forever
Cause they're heaven sent
And sometimes, heaven needs them back again.
They reach a little deeper, they see what's in your soul
And even when they leave you know, you'll never let them go
The world's a little richer, just cause they came along
Their love goes on and on, so why do they go so soon?
The ones with souls so beautiful. I heard someone say--
There must be Borrowed Angels, here in this life
They come along, into this world, and make this world bright
They can't stay forever, cause they're heaven sent
And sometimes, heaven needs them back again.
How else can you explain why they're here and not here to stay?
I believe there must be, must be
Borrowed Angels, here in this life
They come along, into this world, and make this world bright
But they can't stay forever, cause they’re heaven sent
And sometimes heaven needs them back again.
And sometimes heaven needs them back again.
♥___Hope in Heaven's Day___♥
Grief be mine, I ask you so,
If not for you, I wouldn't know,
How life once was and then be still,
How so precious, that death do steal.
Because that grief, won't go away,
Learn to let it have its way.
The link to love, a precious one,
Is met with grief and still not done.
The days do come, and nights do go,
Grief will stay as time is so.
And so a loved one passes on,
And grief comes in and carries on.
Does grief get better, I will ask,
It's hard to say, while at its task.
There is grief to help us cope,
There is God to give us hope.
Grief will surely go away,
On that glorious heaven's day.
But while its here, there's just one thing,
Pray our Lord, for peace he'll bring.
♥___Arlene Dery___♥
♥ Sometimes we sit and think awhile
♥ when evening shadows fall
♥ and bring to mind the long days passed
♥ and happy times recall,
♥ and as we trace along the years
♥ the thoughts that give us pleasure
♥ are the happy times we spent with you,
♥ those are the memories we treasure.
(Author Unknown)
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♥ The Winding Lane ♥
Down the winding country lane
There's a soft and gentle breeze;
The perfume from the hedgerows
Comes drifting through the trees.
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Birds sing sweet melodies
Bringing calmness to my mind;
My grief is slowly healing;
My sorrows left behind.
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This lane is very special
I walk here every day,
Holding on to memories
Of times now far away.
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For here I find the peace
God promised from the start;
It's found in His creation
To heal each broken heart.
♥ Copyright Marian Jones 2006 ♥
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The path toward healing
is paved with many tears
through it all with faith
you'll overcome your fears
The rainbow bridge is paved
with love and a gentle hand
to lead the sweet, the innocent
to his quiet and peaceful land
Land where pain is non-existent
and life is pleasant and free
they'll run and play forever
and at peace, they'll always be
Written by Daphne
Kingdom In The Skies
Light a candle and remember me,
But not with teary eyes.
Raise your head upwards,
My kingdom is in the skies.
I am the warmth that touches you
On a sunny summer day,
I am the breeze that caresses you
From near and far away.
I draw you pictures in the clouds
So that you might know
I am at peace and watching you
On earth not far below.
Please open up your heart
So another creature may see
What it is to be loved
The way you loved me.
Bring out my old ball
My dishes and favorite toy;
Don't let them go to waste
They can bring so much joy.
And if you should need to talk
All you do is close your eyes,
Raise your head upwards
I'll be listening from the skies.
By: Carol Kufner
Cats
(by Irene A)
Without a sound they enter our lives
Sleek slender bodies stalking
A new life bound to an old spirit
Creeping through the grasses of our souls with burning eyes
Sharpening their claws on the bark of our hearts
Soft silent pads walking in and out of our lives
Quietly haunting the corners of our existence
With hearts of cedar and sage they come
Inviting us along on their journey through time
With eyes of fire they mold us into their slaves
Allowing us to join their cosmic voyage
They bless us with their presence, an eternal presence
Touch us with their love
And in a whisper they are gone
Floating flying fleeting through the universe
Moving traveling shifting through space and time
And we are left earthbound
Heavy as a mountain
Our hearts forever scarred by their claws
Our souls burned by their eyes.
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