I lost two very dear friends in 2000: Frisky, my tough guy, at 14 to CRF and Kearra, my shadow, at 9 to heart failure. Losing Frisky was bad, but I had a chance to come to terms with it before I had even made the decision. Losing Kearra 5 months later was devastating. You see, she was my last lap cat. Our others were rescues and Mudgie belongs to Tim. I found myself in a house with 5 cats, but very much alone.

After their deaths, many friends I have met through support mailing lists sent me poems. I found these helped comfort me, helped me to see their deaths in a new light. They helped me start to remember the happiness we had together, instead of the sadness I was feeling without them.

Last weekend I decided to gather up the poems that had been sent to me, and to put a request out to my lists for some more. This page is the result.

Thanks to the many of you who helped me out and shared your feelings. And to those who have expressed their appreciation of this page, thank you.

If you have a poem or quote or anything you would like added, please email me.


Updates on bottom of page -- December 16, 2001
Update - February 12, 2002


If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder.

Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking animal in a shelter - simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room - and when you feel it brush against you for the first time - it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet - and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day, if your friend and God have not decided for you, you will be faced with making a decision of your own - on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you, you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul - a bit smaller in size than your own - seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come. And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg - very very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay - you will remember those three significant days.

The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart. As time passes the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when - along with the memory of your pet, and piercing through the heaviness in your heart - there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love - like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow - and be there for us to remember.

It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets - it is a Love that we will always possess.

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 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.

"Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come."-
Rabindranath Tagore

"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.

Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan..."

"The Once Again Prince", from "Separate Life Times" Irving Townsend

Dear Friend

I know you are nervous as you pace up and down.
Although I can't see it, I sense that you frown.
You're sad today and yes, I know why;
The decision you've reached has made you cry.

Weep not for me nor for what you must do.
What a wonderful life I've had here with you.
Where could a stray with no place to go
Be accepted so easily by those she didn't know.

I've had freedom to run and good food to eat;
Children to play with and a warm place to sleep.
But the kids are now grown, they've all moved away;
And I've gotten old and can no longer play.

I don't see anymore nor hear very much;
Sleep most of the time, respond slightly to touch.
Yes, my dear friend, I have given my all;
For nineteen years I've lived life to it's full.

I'm ready to go. Now is the time.
Let's go to the Vet, don't change your mind.
You'll stay with me till I go to sleep,
And then bowing your head you'll softly weep.

Maybe not right away, but in time to come,
You'll understand you were my dearest friend


We have a secret, you and I,
That no one else shall know,
For who, but I can see you lie,
Each night, in fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths,
And see, ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind,
So young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass.
And, when I call, no one but I
Can see the bending grass.


Don't grieve too long for now I'm free
I've followed the path God set for me
I ran to Him when I heard His call
I swished my tail and left it all.

I could not stay another day
To meow, to love, to romp or play
Games left unplayed must stay that way
I found such peace; it made my day.

My parting has left you with a void
Please feel it with remembered joy
A friendship shared, your laugh, a kiss
Oh yes, these things I too shall miss

Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow
My life's been full, you've given so much
Your time, your love and gentle touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief
Lift up your head and share with me
God wanted me; He set me free!!

Grieve Not,
Nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh, and talk of me
As if I were beside you...
I loved you so....
'Twas Heaven here with you.

A Loan From God

God promised at the birth of time,
A special friend to give,
His time on earth is short, he said,
So love him while he lives.

It may be six or seven years,
Or twelve or then sixteen,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for me?

A wagging tail and cold wet nose,
And silken velvet ears,
A heart as big as all outdoors,
To love you through the years.

His puppy ways will gladden you,
And antics bring a smile,
As guardian or friend he will,
Be loyal all the while.

He'll bring his charms to grace your life,
And though his stay be brief,
When he's gone the memories,
Are solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But lessons only a dog can teach,
I want you each to learn.

Whatever love you give to him,
Returns in triple measure,
Follow his lead and gain a life,
Brim full of simple pleasure.

Enjoy each day as it comes,
Allow your heart to guide,
Be loyal and steadfast in love,
As the dog there by your side.

Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call,
To take him back again?

I fancy each of us would say,
"Dear Lord, thy will be done,
For all the joy this dog shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.

"We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.

"But shall the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."

Author Unknown

Lost Pet

I stood by your bed last night
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly
as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times,
your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today,
Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels,
I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today,
You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you,
that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house,
as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you,
I smiled and said "it's me."

You looked so very tired,
and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know,
that I was standing there.

It's possible for me,
to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty,
"I never went away."

You sat there very quietly,
then smiled, I think you knew
... in the stillness of that evening,
I was very close to you.

The day is over...
smile and watch you yawning
and say "goodnight, God bless,
I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you
to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you
and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you,
there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out
...then come home to be with me.

Author unknown









You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.
But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.
So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic, that will
Once more make me whole.
The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.
That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years...
My partner till the end.
Please, understand just what this gift
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost,
And all my dignity.
You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it too.
So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To now grant me this appeal.
Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.
And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.
I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend,
And in your memories I'll run,
... a young dog once again.

author unknown


They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Author unknown

Stray Cat

by Francis Witham

Oh what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate,
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter warmth and food?

For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny,
While she, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.

She scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed,
She ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day she died.

So if you really think, oh cat
I'd willingly relive all that,
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well don't just stand there - come on in!

Author unknown

A Bridge Called Love

It takes us back to brighter years,
to happier sunlit days
and to precious moments
that will be with us always.
And these fond recollections
are treasured in the heart
to bring us always close to those
from whom we had to part.

There is a bridge of memories
from earth to Heaven above...
It keeps our dear ones near us

It's the bridge that we call love.

Author Unknown

I'm Still Here

Friend, please don't mourn for me
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.

My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.

I'll never wander out of your sight-
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach-
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.

I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.

I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.

When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, friend, I'm everyplace!

Author Unknown

Poem For Cats

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.

Author Unknown

Tribute To A Best Friend

Sunlight streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor....
then I remember,
it's where you used to lie,
but now you are no more.
Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound....
then I remember,
It's where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard along the road,
and up beyond the hill,
then I remember it can't be yours....
your golden voice is still.
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall.
I'll wrap these treasured memorials
in a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend
until we meet above.

Author Unknown

A Parting Prayer

Dear Lord, please open your gates
and call St. Francis
to come escort this beloved companion
across the Rainbow Bridge.

Assign her to a place of honor,
for she has been a faithful servant
and has always done her best to please me.

Bless the hands that send her to you,
for they are doing so in love and compassion,
freeing her from pain and suffering.

Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss.
Help me remember the details of her life
with the love she has shown me.
And grant me the courage to honor her
by sharing those memories with others.

Let her remember me as well
and let her know that I will always love her.
And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise,
please allow her to accompany those
who will bring me home.

Thank you, Lord,
for the gift of her companionship
and for the time we've had together.

And thank you, Lord,
for granting me the strength
to give her to you now.


© Brandy Duckworth, 1998

"Permission to reproduce and/or circulate this prayer is granted with the condition that the copyright and credit to Brandy Duckworth remains attached. May it help others who face the decision to help their beloved pets across the Rainbow Bridge."


A man stood at the judgement seat, and the scroll of his sins was read. The verdict given, the sentence passed, to the gates of hell he was led. When in through the window there swiftly flew, a witness they had not heard, So they called him back to the dock to hear the words of a little bird.

A tiny wren who perched at ease, on the judge's marble chair Said 'I have something to say in this case, of the man who is standing there. When I lived in the world I was caught and caged, for passers-by to see This man came in and bought me, he saved me, and set me free.'

A terrier dog then leaped into court 'When I lived in the world of men, That man came in and freed me, from the vivisector's den'.

Then in there trotted a splendid horse, and stood by the prisoner's side 'This man was a friend to me' he said, 'in the world before I died. For I was a cab horse once, and doomed to the knacker's fate, He bought me and gave me a happy home, in a field on his great estate.'

Then a beautiful Persian cat came in, and onto his shoulder sprang. She rubbed her fur against his cheek, and her voice through the courthouse rang. 'One winter's night I was starving and lost, alone and in despair, He picked me up and carried me home, and he gave me a welcome there.'

The judge rose up and said to the man 'Go to the golden gates, They will fling them wide and you'll there receive the merit that you awaits.
Mercy you showed to your humble friends, and great the reward you gain So enter in, you are purged from sin, by those you saved from pain'.

Dearest Kit-Kat,

We loved to see you on your chair,
But now we see you everwhere.

We'd look for you in all your places.
Now you're in our sad embraces.

We loved to feel your soft, sweet hair,
But now we feel you everywhere.

You slept warm on our garden's boulder,
Now you sleep beneath its shoulder.

We loved to touch you here and there,
But now you touch us everywhere.

You loved to get right in our way,
But now we can't move, work, or play.

We used to love your Kit-Kat ways,
But now we love you more each day.

Monte Farber and Amy Zerner

Her New Residence

Kearra Dear, I can sense that you're weary;
Grown tired of sickness and strife.
And I'm certain as stars in the Heavens-
That you've come to the crossroads of life.

Kearra Dear, you must know that I love you...
And this moment for me is so hard.
But I swear to let go of you gently;
As I offer this prayer up to God:

Dearest Lord, you will see that she's fragile;
But so charming if given a chance.
She will follow your steps like a shadow-
And she doesn't just walk... she will PRANCE!

She has never been much of a stalker;
Catnip mice are OK now and then.
Yet she will jump on your lap in a heartbeat-
Shows no preference for ladies or men.

She can purr just as loud as a motor;
Doesn't care much for fancy-cuisine.
Loves ice-dancing (but only in winter)
Yes, her favorites are Torvill and Dean.

Give her time to adjust to your schedule;
And you will find she is remarkably bright.
So I ask... Would you grant me this favor?
Let her sleep on your pillow tonight.

(this was sent to me by a dear friend at my vet who was there the day i had to let my Kearra go. i still miss her sleeping on my pillow)

Angel In The Sky

There is a star in Heaven
and on it is a place,
that's been reserved for you since birth
a place meant for your name.

This star has watched you through the years
but it could not stand alone,
it rested high on angel wings
awaiting your trip home.

You slipped away, I held you close,
your soul flowed through my heart,
I felt your last breath through my tears
I felt your pain depart.

Tonight I looked up to the sky
and there for me to view
was one lone star shining bright
your name was shining too.

You were my angel on this earth,
you're my angel in the sky.
Wait for me, someday you'll see
our names shine side by side.

Ode to Ditto

May the Lord keep her and cherish her,
may she find her way to a better place.
May the life she lived and the love she gave never be forgotten.
And may she live in eternity knowing
her loved one could not have loved her more.
By Jo Chase

Ode to Yoda

Blessings on thee little boy,
bright eyed cat who gave us joy.
Thou with mouth and pedigreed purr,
wrapped in glorious dark brown fur.
Of our lives you been a part,
leaving pawprints on our hearts.

KawPaws Yoda
1981 - 1999

By Jo Chase

May I Go?
Do you think the time is right?
May I say goodbye to pain-filled days and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best, an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond, and set my spirit free?
I didn't want to go at first, I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now to a warm and living light.
I want to go, I really do; it's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid, because I see your tears.
I'll not be far, I promise that, and hope you'll always know,
That my spirit will be close to you wherever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too,
And that's why it's hard to say goodbye and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time and let me hear you say,
Because you care so much for me, you'll let me go today.

By Susan A. Jackson

My Little Cat Ghost

The years I've worn you,
warm upon my shoulder
have led us here --
surprised to find us older.

And there was nothing left
to do today
but hold you close
and help you on your way.

Be still, my little cat,
be well, be free.
I know you're somewhere new
and loving me.


Charles B. Wells Jr., Palmyra, N.Y.

Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?

I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny
paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in a
while, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a
passion and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up
at me with those innocent eyes as if to say: "I'm sorry, but I'll do it
again as soon as you're not watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at
everyone who walked by.
When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail
wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day
and I could always count on you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap
looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me
pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then one day, old age
finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore.
I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again.
You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after
all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me to do one
last favor.
With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time
you were lying next to me.
For some strange reason you were able to stand up in the animal
hospital perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and
looked at me as if to say: "Thank you for taking care of me."
I thought, "No thank YOU for taking care of ME."

"At Laguna, when someone dies, you don’t 'get over it' by forgetting; you 'get over it' by remembering." —Leslie Marmon Silko

In Memoriam
...I shall see beauty
But none to match your living grace.
I shall hear music
But none as sweet as the droning song
With which you loved me.
I shall fill my days
But I shall not, cannot forget.
Sleep soft, dear friend...-

From an anonymous poem

Home At Last

The trees were blowing in the gentle breeze
the sun was shining thru the leaves on the trees
The meadows are green; and the grass grows tall
off in the distance; you can see a waterfall

Over the falls; down through the creek
the water flows gently; as a rabbit sneaks a peek
Far up above; in the deep blue sky
the birds soar high; as they fly by

The animals play;
at the bridge by the waterfall chasing each other;
and just having a ball
They play all day; from morning to night
there's no more rain; just warm sunlight

Off in the distance; the trumpets would blow
all would look up; and notice a bright glow
The harps would play; and the angels would sing
as another pet has come home; who had earned his wings

John Quealy

A thousand times I've thought of you,
A thousand times I've cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death, I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
No other one can fill.

It broke my heart to lose you,
But you did not go alone.
For part of me went with you
The day God took you home.

Remember Our Love

I was chosen today
I'm learning to fly
the world took me away,
but please don't you cry

And I chose you today
to try and be strong
so please don't you cry
and don't say that I'm gone

When you're feeling alone
just remember our love,
I'm up near the stars
looking down from above.

Remember our love
In a moment you'll see
that I'm still here beside you
when you're thinking of me.
--Julie Epp--


I left you
Too soon
It seems.
But not until I was sure.
Not until I saw you
From fear
To mastery
To strength
To majesty.

That is why I came.

Into the deepest part
Of the wilderness
And the wildness
You went.
And I saw you safely
And completely
Through this journey.

That is why I came.

And I will come again
In moments
Of Wildness and Passion
Of Freedom and Spirit.
And in moments when you are tested
I know you will remember.

I was
Your Wildness and Passion
Your Freedom and Spirit.
I came
As flesh
So you could more easily know me.

You were
Uncertain and tender
Now you are Soaring
Now you have wings
I am within you

That is why I came.

(c) Voula Augerinos 1999

If I Could...

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best:
A friend that's always there.

~ Author Unknown

From Cindi:

Ditto was an Angel flying too close to the ground. I am so glad she landed in my arms! We are both blessed because of it.

From Carmine,

A rose grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall.

And, as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches straight and tall.

One day, a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide.

The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side.

Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted, the rose blooms there.

Its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by God's own loving care.

Cat Kisses

Sandpaper kisses on a cheek or a chin.
That's the way for a day to begin!

Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr.
I have an alarm clock covered in fur!

From Helen

Living in the Moment

To live in the moment's a well-worn routine
that most of the world has perfected;
for some, it's the moment that's already been,
for others, - the one that's expected.

Yet no sort of magic can kindle anew
a past that is over forever,
nor summon the future before it is due:
our moment is now - or it is never.

So brief is the moment in which we may live,
and the future or past it isn't.
Whoever would know what life has to give
must gratefully welcome the present.

From Mary

On a positive note I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that you should pass this on to someone you care about. I
just did. Sometimes they just need a little something to make them smile.

Note: people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel......

Cat Haikus
by anonymous

You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That'll sure show you.

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail!
Behold, elevator butt.

The rule for today
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.

In deep sleep hear sound
cat vomit hairball somewhere
will find in morning

Grace personified.
I leap into window.
I meant to do that.

Blurr of motion, then--
silence, me, a paper bag.
What is so funny?

The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds-
your foot just squashed one.

You're always typing.
Well, let's see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.

My small cardboard box
You cannot see me if
I can just hide my head.

Terrible battle.
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What's a term paper?

Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes
Fear vacuum cleaner.

I want to be close
to you. Can fit my head
inside your armpit?

Wanna go outside.
Oh sh*t! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!

Oh no! Big One
has been trapped by newspaper!
Cat to the rescue.

Humans are so strange.
Mine lies in bed, then screams
My claws are not that sharp.

Cats meow out of angst.
"Thumbs"! If we only had thumbs!
We could do so much.

The Big Ones snore now
Every room is dark and cold
Time for "Cup Hockey"

We're almost equals
I purr to show I love you.
Want to smell my butt?

>From Karen (and Chloe)

"Four weeks ago today my best friend Coalie left me suddenly. It was hearbreaking to say the least. A friend of mine told me there is a beautiful ancient custom that I should do. On the first evening of Coalie's death, light a single candle and put it in an east-facing window. It is Coalie's candle which will light the way to his destination. Secondly, when the stars of the evening begin to appear, the first bright star you see in the eastern sky will be Coalie's star. Coalie is now safely home. I thought this was a beautiful thought and felt some of you might find comfort in this custom too". Virginia

This is from Cindi

"Death is not the extinguishing of the light....it is the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come."

They're Only Ours for a Little While
by Nancy Hanson (Dedicated to the memory of Duke and Sam)

We humans are prone to chase rainbows,
always wanting that pot of gold.
But the wisest of us remember the joy
of just a small creature to hold.
Allow yourself to accept their great gift,
and know what devotion is worth.
If you've been loved by a dog or cat,
you're the richest person on earth.
But their lives are lived in miniature-
bright sun to palest moon.
They bless our days with innocence,
and faithfulness that's stilled too soon.
These precious lives are fragile,
as fleeting as a baby's smile.
So give them all the love you have.
They're only ours for a little while.
And in the lonely moments
when you pause to wonder why,
hold close those brightest shooting stars
that burn so briefly in our sky.
But then look deeper in your heart
to know all love must intertwine,
and when the night sky seems the darkest,
you'll see their light forever shine.


When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

Little Cat (To Marmie)
[January 1976 - December 4, 1993]

I said goodbye to you today, little cat.
Fingers caught on bones when I stroked your fur.
You could scarcely raise your head to drink,
yet still you calmed me with your purr.

Were you comfortable curled on the rug?
And did you know your time drew near?
Your wide green eyes held gentle love,
and quiet pain, but showed no fear.

You slipped away so quietly
that we weren't sure that you were gone.
Our bouncy little cat is stilled
but your spirit lingers on.

Little ghostcat, where are you?
Are you happy, are you strong?
I feel your warmth, your life, your love
and still can hear your purring song.

Copyright ©1993, MJ Falango


I have traveled far; to reach this Pearly Gate
But I do not want to wander; beyond this place
I just need to rest awhile; for my friend I wait

Please let them know; I love them still
Let them know that I understand
what they did; they did with love

With my body now gone
my spirit flew home;
on the wings of a dove
To my Creators arms;
in Heaven above

Now all I ask; is that I may wait
I for will lay quietly; here by the gate
For if I entered now; without my friend
it wouldn't be Heaven at all--

John Quealy--

The ghost of a little white kitten
Crying mournfully, early and late,
Distracted St. Pter, the watchman,
As he guarded the heavenly gate.
'Say, what do you mean,' said his saintship, 'Coming here and behaving like that?'
'I want to see Nellie, my missus,'
Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat.
'I know she's not happy without me,
Won't you open and let me go in?'
'Begone,' gasped the horrified watchman, Why the very idea is a sin;
I open the gate to good angels,
Not to stray little beggars like you.'

'All right,' mewed the little white kitten, 'Though a cat, I'm a good angel, too.'
Amazed at so bold an assertion,
But aware he must make no mistake,
In silence, St. Peter long pondered,
For his name and repute were at stake.
Then placing the cat in his bosom
With a 'Whist now, and say all your prayers,' He opened the heavenly portals
And ascended the bright golden stairs.
A little girl angel came flying,
'That's my kitty, St. Peter,' she cried. And seeing the joy in their meeting,
Peter let the cat angel abide.


I thought that you might like to know I got here safe and sound
Though you must feel rather strange not having me around;
Of course, I am not really gone, I've just moved out of sight,
And I don't need that old body, things had stopped working right.
Sometimes I'm sorely tempted, to pop back down and see,
Just how you are managing, without any help from me,
But I'm sure that you will understand I can't come back to stay,
Though I have it on good authority that we'll meet again some day.

The chow up here's delicious - Ambrosia brand, it's named,
Once you've tasted this stuff, Friskies won't taste the same,
And where do they get this nectar, which thick and creamy comes,
It's not like other dairy products 'cause it don't give me the runs.
I haven't found the litter tray, and THIS perplexes me,
That however much I wolf down, I never have to pee.
But there are other plus points, which cannot be ignored,
My claws have all come back again and there are drapes here to be clawed.

Oh yes - I've got a comfy bed, just like mine down there at home,
So things here are quite adequate, I cannot gripe or groan;
But while I'm up here waiting, in my cat bed in the sky,
I'll regularly look in on you, and keep a watchful eye.


This is from Sara

Take me to the bridge
Where the fresh clear waters flow
Take me to the sunshine
Show me the virgin snow

Take me to a new place
Where I can feel no pain
My body be renewed, reborn
My spirit whole again

You have loved me endlessly
And I have loved you so
You gave me more than I could ask
It breaks my heart to go

But it's time for me to leave your side
Time for my spirit to soar
For this moment I have waited all my life
Freedom for evermore

Please don't be sad, don't weep for me
I have found so many friends
Take comfort in my angel's wings
May they help your broken heart mend

I love you so, I always have
You know I always will
I miss you too, our life, our love
But I'll be waiting still

I'll be here when you come to join me
I'll wait through all the years
But please don't rush... take time, enjoy,
Don't live your life in tears.

I can't come down to lick them dry
The way I used to do
So weep no more, and smile for me
For I'm smiling down on you.

I thank you from my furry soul
for what you have done for me
You helped me cross an ancient bridge
And I made it across safely.

I was welcomed by so many friends
Who knew my name and yours
They'd heard us mentioned in so many prayers
And ran to meet me at the door.

I want to tell you of these new wonders
But I don't want to spoil the surprise
So go in peace, in love, and in warmth,
Till we see each others eyes.

Goodbye dear friend, but not forever,
Just for a little while
Be strong for me and for the others
...And don't forget that smile!!!


They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Author unknown

Death Is Nothing At All
by Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918), Canon of St.Paul´s Cathedral

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow, Laugh as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same that it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind,
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner, all is well.

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven
and bring you home again.


As I sit in those moments of quiet,
When sadness invades me,
I know that yesterday,
You were here.

Now you are away from us,
Not knowing your future,
Or when you'll come home, but yesterday,
You were here.

It has now been a week,
A week since you last were in the house,
An entire week since we carried you away,
To the place where we did not know your future, But just last week,
You were here.

Another day passes;
a week ago, you were still with us,
In daily reports from the clinic,
They did not know your future,
But we could still hope, and,
You were here.

More days pass,;
A week ago you left us,
Your head cradled in our hands,
Your spirit gracefully moving upward,
But for a few hours of that day,
You were here.

Sadness invades again,
As I know that once those hours pass,
I can no longer look back,
Over the span of a familiar week's time,
To find that comforting point when,
You were here.

More time will pass;
Sadness will not so much invade as menace,
And I will mark the days,
Saying things like,
"last month, last summer, last Halloween, last year,"
You were here.

I dread that day,
One year from now,
That first marking of the time,
That your body was no longer with us;
Though we will never forget you,
Your tangible memory fades,
The feel of your fur, your head, your back,
your weight against us,
The smell and sounds of you when,
You were here.

The emptiness is beginning to fade,
To change into another reality,
One with you still playing a part,
But a role of ethereal presence
rather than physical comfort we crave;
Your memory, your spirit, your essence and counsel,
Dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same as when,
You were here.

Author: Jenine Stanley
Copyright (c) Jenine Stanley, 1999

Hear and Bless thy beasts and singing birds
and guard with tenderness small things that have no words.
Margaret Wise Brown.

In Memory of Miss Kitty

You saunter through the room
Like royalty at a formal engagement
You are owned by no one
And owe no one any regard
That is just your mood at midday.

By evening you have resolved
To being nothing more
Than a tuft of orange, cream satin
Curled into a purring ball
At the end of the bed.

With the dark of night
Your true spirit emerges
Cantankerous and wildeyed
Running through an imagenary forest
Climbing doorways, like trees.

Morning brings a gentler spirit
As you brush gently past my leg
And sashay in figure eights
From my right leg to my left
Whispering,"Where is the royal breakfast?"

You stepped upon the doorstep
Out of the darkness one night
A small tuft of orange, cream satin
Filled with want for food and love
We gave you a home and our hearts.

You saunter through the room
Like a flowing satin scarf in a breeze
You are graceful, you are so delicate
You are held so tenderly in our hearts
You are forever a memory.

Kim O'Gold 12/2000

A Journey Through Rainbow Bridge

Once there was a cat named Paleface. He went to Rainbow
Bridge. When he was there he wanted to find his mom and dad and brothers
and sisters, all who had crossed before him. He first went to Kitty
Litter Desert. Paleface asked the cat in charge, "Is my mommy here?" The
cat replied, "No, she isn't." So Paleface continued on his way. He
arrived at Kitty Milk Falls. He asks there, "Is my mommy here?" Once
again, the cat replied, "No, she is not." Not discouraged, Paleface
continued his trip. When he got to Catnip Fields,
he asked again, "Is my mommy here?" This time the cat answered, "Yes,
your mommy is here!". Paleface looked up and saw his mommy and they
lived happily ever after, playing in the catnip fields with all of the
other kitties.

By James for Angel Paleface, 2000

Heart Song
by Maryan Amaral.. 1/01/00

Darkness fell here yesterday,
Her life time came to pass,
Leaving tears and pain within her wake,
Her body's breath couldn't last....

But she has not really left you,
And when you're feeling sad,
You'll feel her little tender purr,
And the warmth you've always had.

She'll bring to you sweet butterflies,
And the call of nature's wings,
You'll feel her tender loving nudge,
When you're doing your daily things.

With all the love of your special bonds,
You both have shared so long,
Means that she can never really leave,
She'll be forever your heart song.

© Copyright1/01/00 Maryan Amaral / (rev) Heart Song

Tribute to TAFFY©
by Maryan Amaral 12/3/99

You came into my life,
One day at a barn,
You were with your little brother,
All alone without a mom.

The vet handed you to me,
You were a little bit of fur,
You screamed on my shoulder,
Then I felt you sit and purr.

I had you there with me,
And with Bunny you played,
I would love to have kept you,
But you could not have stayed.

You have become Mom's cat,
And used to hang from the trees,
To play your silly games,
Chasing her stick with its leaves.

We always loved you boy,
You had that little spot right there,
And you used to make Mom laugh,
When you flipped upside down on the stairs.

Every morning you would climb,
On the bed to wake them up,
And then wait to be fed,
In your plastic warmed up cup.

You put up with ole Tiger,
And her constant crying too,
You seemed to know what's right,
Somehow you really knew.

Family would come over,
And you would welcome us all home,
With the brightest look of cats,
And knew with you we weren't alone.

Taffy, you must know,
How much you've been loved,
Are you an angel cat now,
Or maybe a beautiful dove...

This tribute's for you Taffy,
As we wipe away our tears,
Thanks for your most devoted love,
And being our family for twenty one years.

©12/3/99/Tribute to Taffy/Maryan Amaral/All rights reserved

Our Hearts Go Out...
by Maryan Amaral

Our kitties love us dearly,
And are always at our side,
With purrs and devoted friendship,
With them our love is tied.

So when we fear we'll lose them,
And our bond of friendship too,
We're also losing part of us,
Maybe more than we ever knew.

Keep friends who understand you,
There when times are getting tough,
Keep love that will surround you,
Cause this helps when times are rough.

Listen to your little kitty,
For he is talking to you,
Share together these precious moments,
If they are many or just a few.

May healing energy surround you,
And bring healing to your friend,
We will always be here for you,
To help you around this bend.

©Copyright12/28/99/M. Amaral/Our Hearts Go Out

" Farewell Master, yet not farewell!
Where I go, ye too, shall dwell.
I am gone before your face.
A moments time, a little space....
When ye come where I have stepped,
Ye will wonder .......why ye wept."
(a poem by Edwin Arnold)

God Bless our pets

They say memories are golden
well, maybe that is true
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
in death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache makes a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Author unknown

A Christmas Story

by Marion Hale

December is the best month of the year at the Rainbow Bridge. For the dogs there is snow to romp in and the angels always have time to toss snowballs for them to chase. The cats enjoy patting at the snowflakes as they fall, and then curling up near the fireplace for a nice winter's nap.

But it is the lights that make this time so special. Winter on the Earth, their former home, is a time of lengthening darkness, and in December candles glow all around the globe beginning with Chanukah, the Festival of Lights, and continuing on right through the New Year's festivities. At the Bridge the glow of these candles is reflected in all of the trees, and in the hearts of every Bridgekid as they observe the month in their own special way; with memories of the
lives, and the loved ones they left behind.

For most it is a time of quiet joy, but each year there are always a few who draw apart.. Near to midnight, "home time" on December 24 Charlie realized someone was missing from the Hale gathering. "I'll be right back," he told his siblings. He passed many similar groupings as he hurried down the well worn path, many friends called out to him, but he only acknowledge the greetings with a wave and continued on. The path ended at the Rainbow, and there he found a small group of newcomers, each sitting quietly, alone. One of these, the missing Sandifur, was crouched at the very edge, his stumpy tail twitching rapidly, as he stared at the scene below.

"You are missing the party, little brother," Charlie said.
"I don't care," replied Sandifur, "I don't like Christmas anyway. "

Charlie only smiled. "I felt the same way my first year. Do you remember your very first Christmas with Mom and Dad? Remember the new scratching tree they gave us that year, and the catnip mice? And remember all the good things we got to eat? That was a great time, wasn't it?" Sandifur nodded, still gazing intently below. "I want to go back."
"I did too, " Charlie said, licking gently at his brother's ear. "But we can't, baby brother. This is our place now." "But it's Christmas, and Mom and Dad miss us so much. Look, mom is lighting a candle right now, just for us and she is crying."

"Christmas Eve is her time to remember, little one, but tomorrow she will pass out the presents to all of our brothers and sisters, and she will be happy again. I want to show you something. Come with me."

Together the two kiddens climbed the arch of the Rainbow, and at the very top Charlie stopped. "Do you see that big silver cloud over there? Watch closely."

As Sandifur gazed the cloud began to swirl and gradually an image came into view. The clearing where he had left his family, and a larger gathering around the big, glowing pine tree. He could see the dogs, many more of them than when he had left, playing fetch and tug of war, and the kiddens, so many kiddens, sleeping in a heap, their soggy catnip mice forgotten in the grass.

Suddenly the kiddens all woke up, and the dogs ceased their play and stared into the darkness beyond the clearing, tails wagging in greeting. And then, much to Sandifur's amazement, two humans stepped into the light."
"Hurry, Charlie, we have to go back," he said. " Mom and Dad, they're here!"
"Not just yet, Sandy. That cloud is our Window into Tomorrow.
Come back with me now, and join the others. The reunion will come. We have been promised."

Sandy reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the vision of the future, and followed Charlie. They found the others waiting for them at the base of the rainbow. "Is it time?" Charlie asked. Terrie nodded, "They are waiting."
All of the Hale Bridgekids drew together, and looked over the edge, and along the entire length of the rainbow similar groups were gathered, all looking down at their former homes.

Suddenly the light of a million candles from the Earth met the glow from the Rainbow Bridge. "Now," Charlie whispered.

In unison three words were repeated again and again, and as they were spoken they merged with the bridge of light, flowing from the rainbow to the earth, and back again in ever increasing brilliance, and the colors of the rainbow merged with the light. "I love you," they all said, and the love entered every heart of the pet parents on earth, and the hearts of those who gathered at the rainbow.

"Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad," Sandifur whispered again, watching the lights slowly fade. "I love you. I will be waiting."

"I will look ahead for there is our tomorrow."

Lend me a Kitten

Submitted by Eileen and Angel Daisy

I will lend to you for awhile a kitten, God said.
For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three.
But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring you his charms to gladden you and, should his stay be brief you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to
I've looked the whole world over in search of teacher's true.
And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again?
My heart replied, "My Lord, Thy Will Be Done"
For all the joys this kitten brings the risk of grief I'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.
But should you call him back much sooner than we planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve,
Then in memory of him who we loved, please help us while we grieve.
When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife,
Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life.
~Author Unknown~
Adapted from 'Thy Will Be Done' by Edgar Guest

Daisy (July 29, 2001)

Luminous Beauty

Old soul wisdom

The temple cat reborn

To teach me once more

In a sleek grey form

About eternal life

And eternal love

that long ago memories and wisdom

Never dies

within an old soul's eyes.

Eileen Smith Betancourt 2001

A Poem For Those Who Have Lost A Dear Friend

Submitted by Debbie & Angels Midnight & Skippy


Remember me always, but do not grieve for me too long.
I have tried always to comfort you in time of sorrow,
and have made every effort to add joy to your life. I
never want to cause you pain.

Peace for me is certain now, and I suspect I will have
eternal sleep in the earth I loved so well.

Please, after your period of grieving for me, make
room in your heart for another. You are the kind of
human being that should always have a friend like me
to love. Your kind and gentle heart should not be
wasted on my memory for too long. Give your love to
another. I know your new friend will never take my
place, because we had something very special.

You loved me very much and I loved you. My spirit will
always be with you, and no matter how deep my sleep,
my grateful heart will always be purring for you.

A Cat Lover

In Memory of Angel Napoleon, December 2001

Just one more day
Just one more day is all I ask.
I need to feel your gentle touch against my skin,
to hear your soft voice in my ear,
to kiss and hold you close again.

Just one more day is all I ask.
I need to smell your fesh, clean scent,
to feel your loving arms wrapped around my neck,
to sit and look deep into those all-knowing eyes.

Just one more day is all I ask.
I need you in my life just one more day.
Please, don't go.
I need you.
-Micki Bell

The Angels Came
My angels came today to take you Home.
I saw them at your side as you slept.
They were singing and smiling,
their eyes brimming with tears.
They have been watching over you for so long
and now it's Time to go Home.
Godspeed dear friend.
Even though my heart is breaking,
I know that one day you will return with them
to visit me and one day to bring me Home.
Until that Time comes, have a peaceful journey.
I love you always.
-Micki Bell

From Bren, in Memory of Flossie, posted to Angel on my Shoulders 2/11/02

I am very aware of Flossie still being around...
I was sat at the computer one evening and there was a distinct pressure against my left leg. I actually stopped to look down to see why Flossie was pushing my leg - and of course, she wasn't - but something was....
In the first couple of weeks I knew she was around as every now and then I would see in the corner of my eye, something move which caused me to turn to look again.
On Friday my flat mate, who loves the cats but differently from the way I do, felt the same pressure against her leg and stooped to look thinking it was Flo.
Oh yes, they are there.
The spirit is an amazing thing and I am sure it was placed in a physical container so we can enjoy the wonders of hugs and head butts and stroking. But once the container is past its sell-by date and starts to break down , that is when the physical becomes so hard for us to bear.
It would be too easy for spirits to be just that- spirits. We are blessed with the wonderful container as it is the opportunity to gaze in wonder at all the creations on this beautiful planet - particularly cats, but there again I am biased.
Surely the spirit of any living thing can not only be around this way once? Why would a Greater Force spend all its time and energy creating something so wonderful, only to use it once?
I know in my heart that I meet and know spirits I have met and loved before.
I know in my heart that I will see all those I have loved and lost, again.
Warmest hugs and love
Bren, Angels Flossie, Daisy, Mo and Holly - and Toots
How empty are the lives of those who have never been blessed with the spirit of a little cat invading their hearts....