Angel Yo Yo

       

My beloved angel, Yo Yo, who was one of the sweetest cats that has graced my life, sadly passed away from Fibrosarcoma. This was caused, more than likely, by a Rabies vaccination. We share her picture here, which clearly shows her huge tumors that grew out of control. Throughout her battle with this illness, Yo Yo was very courageous and was under the care of Martin Goldstein, DVM with an alternative Cancer treatment program that was moderately successful. She lived for another 18 months after diagnosis, had several surgeries to remove tumors, which kept her more comfortable with her range of movement.
  
We urge all cat lovers to be cautious about the vaccination process. We do not, in any way, discourage people from vaccinating their cats, but we do very strongly suggest that protocols which have been set by the AVMA be strictly followed and that any questions that you have about vaccinating be taken up with your trusted Veterinarians. "Education before Vaccination" is a motto we carefully follow.

We want to thank the incredible people at catshots.com for sharing support, love, encouragement and the education which is vital to the appropriate administration of vaccinations.

We invite you to visit the Catshots.com website and learn more about this dreaded monster, Vaccine Associated Sarcomas.

 Visit the Vas Awareness Website

 Sylvia's Hope:Education Before Vaccination

Gremlin and Mousie Tongue

 

Gremlin and Mousie Tongue took a long time to accept one another. I almost gave up in believing that they would ever be "hang out" buddies!  However, they worked out their "territorial" issues, and became inseparable. Once again, they are reunited and spend lots of time welcoming new residents at the Rainbow Bridge. Bless their sweet souls, and bless all of their new companions.

Jo

Goodbye To Patti, A Look At The Loss Of Beloved Horse And Friend

Five years have elapsed since the death of my first horse, Patti.  I have intellectually accepted this fact but still find myself emotionally unsettled and aware of my reluctance to discuss it, for discussion represents a finality and public statement that she is gone.  I ask you to bear with me as I shift between the expression of feeling and an analysis of my experience.

My lovely old mare was quiet, kind, responsive, affectionate and giving of herself, not only to me, but to the many physically handicapped children who rode her in complete safety and joy.  My lovely old mare accepted my love without question or censure.  I was preparing myself for the fact that she was, in reality, getting on in years. 17 to be exact, and that she would die eventually.  I thought, "I will not let her die.  She will have a foal, and the legacy of her wonderful disposition and purpose will be passed on to her
baby."  Patti "became in foal", and the exhilaration I felt, along with those who knew her, was a tribute to our great love for her.

Through the winter months we waited and watched her grow round and full, and saw her baby kicking within her, and felt life throughout her.  Death was an unreality, a never-thought-of event.  Life was good.  Patti was lovely, fat and sassy.  The words, "We lost Patti last night" still ring in my head as the cruelest words ever spoken to me.  No Patti, no foal, nothing remained.  We were cheated.

Cultural and Social Responses

When death is expected and close by, people have the opportunity to prepare in varying degrees for the event.  When the loss is a human being, we are conditioned to "understand" and empathize with the bereaved in social and work contexts.  Mourning behaviors can be expressed within cultural frameworks.  Volumes have been written on the subject of death.  Loss is very subjective and personal in the ways in which we experience it.

Existing social norms permit life disruption as a result of the loss of a
significant other, but not a pet.  The value of a pet's worth as opposed to a fellow human being is questioned in the ways in which we may describe our relationship with the animal as "only a dog" or "just a cat", in contrast to the premium placed upon aspouse, child, sibling, parent or friend.  The importance of the animal-human bond is played out as one which is secondary and, in fact, a substitution for the more "appropriate" and normal inter-human relationship.

I experienced this phenomenon from the outset of my intense grief at Patti's loss.  Initially, my employer was sympathetic and supportive of my absence from work, but later inquired as to how I planned to account for the time - vacation, personal leave or a "sick" day.  How could this be resolved?  I was not sick, did not attend to personal business, and it certainly was no vacation!  Had I been confronted by the death of my child, there would have been an established category to protect my right to mourn.  In attempting to enlighten her to the fact that death is death, I became very aware of the gap in our value systems, and in society's as a whole.

Well-meaning people, eager to comfort me, tried to minimize my loss and advised me to replace her as soon as possible.  The energy I expended in the desperate search for Patti's replacement was my avoidance of grief.

Would these same people encourage me to  immediately become involved in a new relationship in the event of my husband's death?  I would think not.  A significant period of mourning, following the death of a person, is supported and encouraged by those with whom we regularly interact, yet the grief associated with the loss of a pet generally does not receive the same validation of feelings.  I realized there is a need to educate people that loss is just that.  Reactions to it cannot be categorized into what is allowed and "appropriate" and what is abnormal and "inappropriate".

After several months of looking for a new horse, I purchased a young gelding with a total lack of feeling for him.  I hoped that a relationship would grow; however, I could not be fair to him as I constantly compared him to Patti, and was frustrated by the fact that they were not the same.  She was unique to herself.  I sold him to a friend shortly thereafter.

Last year, while visiting a local stable, I caught, out of the corner of my eye, a small, brown horse cantering with a young girl on her back.  The child was laughing out loud, enjoying her ride and the glorious summer afternoon. 

Fascinated, I began to watch them with intense interest.  The mare captured my heart.  I had long since stopped looking for Patti.  This horse was the first I had seen that I loved on the spot.  I bought her!

I now share my life with her.  She, too, is an older horse with a loving, quiet disposition.  She, too, helps handicapped children to ride.  In fact, Patti and Sweet and Low are very similar in their natures, but when I compare them I find myself doing so based upon my affection for both these horses.  I derive pleasure from doing so rather than being angry at my new horse for not being Patti.

I have learned a great deal about myself as the result of Patti's death.  I feel a strong need to share this knowledge with others, which, in a way, gives her death some purpose.  My ability to love and take risks has grown and I have gained much insight into the range of feelings that we can experience at the loss of a pet.  I find that for myself, and hence for others, there does not have to be a distinction in the quality of emotions felt upon the death of a beloved pet or human. 

A need exists for education so that either loss will be viewed with equal support and empathy to enable the bereaved to work through the grieving process without censure.

We cannot replace a beloved pet or friend.  The danger that exists when we attempt to do so is the potential loss of their individuality and the unique joy that we can experience with them.

By: Jo O'Brien
(Appeared in the "Chronicle Of The Horse",4/15/83; reprinted by permission)

"I Stood Beside Your Bed Last Night"

                                    

I stood beside 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 so 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 hand 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 am 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...I 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

This magnificent poem has been added to our page in memory of Cyrus, beloved  angel companion to Eilene in Wisconsin. Michelle Crean, created this lovely picture for her. Permission has been granted to display the picture and accompanying text.

Visit them at : Cyrus' Tribute/The Rainbow Bridge

Beloved Pepper

Pepper: Beloved Angel of NEMESIS1IM

"Thou art the Great Cat, the avenger of the Gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; thou art indeed...the Great Cat."

Inscription on the Royal Tombs at Thebes

In Memory, "Sandi": By M00NLTSNTA

1970-1995

My beloved Angel Horse: Sandi

"He was my rope horse, fence horse, trail horse, lesson horse and the best friend I ever had.   If you asked him to do something, he'd ALWAYS try."

M00NLTSNTA- Rosi

LITTLE SAN:

What can I say about my baby...  Lil San was the ONLY baby his mom could have.  TC was a BIG mare (17.1) and 16 yrs old when I met her.  We bred her to Whittier Hills in 1981 and on 4/13/1982, Lil San happened.

He really was the best behaved baby I've ever raised/trained.  And unlike most Thoroughbreds you will ever meet.  Mostly because my old Quarter Horse gelding, Sandi and I raised him from 2 months on, because his mom was dying.

He went western or english, never undefeated in Hunter Under Saddle (That's an obedience class).  Stakes winner, highpoint winner, a total gentleman, just like his foster "mom", my gelding, Sandi.     

Looks vicious doesn't he?  That's him at play with his best buddy, Naseeb back when Naseeb was a yearling.

That was his last picture I took of him before I sent him to Cobb, CA to a long time friend (I thought), who starved him and finally killed him on 1/10/1999 two months before he was scheduled to come home to me.  Lil San, you brightened a LOT of lives and we all still miss you VERY much.

 

 

A "Mystical" Meeting!

How strange is the internet.. what amazing events can transpire which are so unexpected, and so powerful. One evening, many years ago, I "met" a woman on AOL, who bred and showed Orientals and Siamese cats. We got to talking about our kitties, as cat lovers always do.. with great love and enthusiasm, and as our discussion became more indepth, we discovered .. lo and behold, that we had sibling Siamese cats. Who would have thought that with the millions of subscribers to AOL, that we would meet.. and.. of all things, live with sibling sweeties.. born in the exact same litter! It totally "blew" me away. We became good friends, of course. Her lovely female, Olivia, sadly passed over to the rainbow bridge, and our friendship deepened, as Mousie Tongue, Olivia's brother, often was "contacted"  by his sister. It still pains me so deeply that Mousie Tongue chose to join his sister.. much too young for the both of them, two years later.

We both miss them dreadfully. I wanted to place them here on this journal together so that they will be honored here and reunited once again. Of course they are now spending time recapturing those early months when they hung out as kittens, happily and healthily at the Rainbow Bridge, waiting for us to join them. 

Much love to Olivia's Mary, and to both of these angel babies!

Jo

 

Felitan Olivia of Sum Thai

                       

                                                   Felitan Mousie Tongue

Please do check the archives for some wonderful contributions!

The Stages of Grief

These stages of grief do not necessarily follow in the order listed. Oftentimes we go through them in different ways..and that is normal!

We all have been through it at one time or another. Maybe it was with a family member but most likely it was with a beloved pet. Grieving for pets is a normal and natural part of pet ownership and loss. We love our pets as if they were a member of our families and their short life spans make it hard to handle when their time to leave us arrives.

During the grieving process, we pass through what is known as *"The Stages of Grief."  Knowing that these stages are perfectly normal will help us cope with our losses.  Yes, it is normal to grieve their loss and a natural process of healing. Here are the stages of grieving we all go through as our beloved pets pass on.  The stages may not always flow in this order but almost always are present as we work though our losses. Remember, however that the grieving process for each individual is as unique as each lost relationship. There is no set pattern or time period for recovery.

•Denial. Most people will experience a period of denial, refusing to
believe the pet is dying or has died. Denial is usually strongest when
there is little time for acceptance, such as with an accident or
short-term illness.

•Bargaining. For pets facing imminent death, many people will try to
make a deal with God, themselves, or even the pet, in a desperate
attempt to deter fate.

•Anger. In frustration, anger may be directed at anyone involved with
the pet, including friends, family, veterinarians, and the pet owner
himself. Blame directed at oneself can often lead to guilt.

•Guilt. Guilt is probably the most common emotion resulting from the
death of a companion animal. As the pet's primary caretaker, all
decisions regarding the care are the pet owner's responsibility: when a
pet dies, the owner often feels guilty about actions taken and not
taken, even about things that happened before the pet became ill. The
most attentive caretaker may feel that he or she should have somehow
done more. But we all do out best with the information, knowledge, and resources available to us. It is important to try not to second-guess
the decisions you made along the way, and to remember that you tried to act in your pet's best interest.

•Depression. Depression can indicate the start of acceptance. It is
normal to withdraw and contemplate the meaning of the relationship in solitude. Deep and lasting despondency, however, requires professional help.

•Acceptance. Now is the time to remember the good times. The daily
reminders become a little less painful. You find that you can now start
to think about the future.

We must also remember that during our grieving, not everyone will understand what we are feeling and the pain we are feeling. This is especially true of people who have never found the joy of being loved by that special pet.  They will say cruel things without realizing the kind of hurt their words give. Non pet owners may tell you to, "go out and get another cat or kitten."  "Cats are a dime a dozen so why cry over a dead one." "What are you crying over a dumb animal for in the first place?" "Cats don't have souls and they don't go to heaven." These are typical statements made by people who have never had an animal love them. They don't mean to be cruel, they are just ignorant of the beauty of  a pets special love and devotion. Those hurtful words, in all actuality are words of comfort and healing in their own clumsy way.

Dealing with pet loss is never an easy issue. That is why support groups and support chats can help us work through those very painful and trying hours and one day, believe it or not, you will start to heal and the memories will be golden moments to treasure.

This article is dedicated to Copper, my own angel cat, and all the others who have graced my life and await for my coming to heaven some day.
Julia Morrison                                      
DBDustBuny@aol.com

* Elizabeth Kuber Ross's contribution

 

 

The Rainbow Bridge

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss someone very special to them; who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

THEN YOU CROSS RAINBOW BRIDGE TOGETHER...

Poem by Paul C. Dahm
                  
 
 
 

 

Muhjacat's Angels: By Muhjacat

                                                                   

Written by Muhjacat: "My angels"

Thank you for this beautiful site.  I felt better reading the entries, and wanted to share mine.

On Feb. 1 of this year, we lost our beloved angelcat Moti, aged about seven years by my reckoning, to CRF.  We had seven wonderful months with her after her diagnosis; these made possible by our wonderful Dr. Ahmed and his team, and by the wonders of veterinary medicine in the form of subcutaneous fluid therapy and antibiotics along with special diet when she became unable to eat.  Moti Angel, a beautiful little silver tabby and white shorthaired, copper-eyed girl, is sorely missed and forever in our hearts.

Two Saturdays ago, we lost our beloved Blue Point Himalayan type girl, Kinoko-chan, to what I believe to be hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.  She came to me as the result of a dear friend's taking her own life eleven years ago.  Kinoko and her beloved mancat, Tomo-Taisho, were adopted into our family and Tomo developed hypertrophic cardiomyopathy a little over two years after joining us.  Kin-chan mourned him for several years, and then slowly came out of her depression, finding joy in snowshoe-type kitten girl Sishya, and in panther-man Calo.  She, too, is sorely missed.

In their memory and in tribute to all the beloved feline angels I have known and loved who have gone over the Bridge (as well as birds, chickens, and others), I make this entry.  Thank you.  muhjacat

Iniki's Angels:Written By Iniki

                                  

Iniki was my very special Girl. Her name is Hawaiian for "Pinch." She indeed bit every vet she ever met. LOL She was a lilac Siamese and Lilac Snowshoe. At the age of eight she suffered a fatal heart attack and passed on in my arms before we could get her any help. Now she watches over me as I work chatting with people educating them and entertaining them. Love you my dear Iniki

                                          

Kaylee passed away three years ago from Chronic poly cystic kidneys. She was my sweet rescued angel and always at my side. Sleep sweet my precious special girl!

 

Abigail disappeared 3 years ago on Good Friday and has never been seen again. My fearless hunter and fierce protector who refused the warmth and safety of an indoor cat.

              

Gabriel: Passed way at age 10 yrs from cancer.
So dearly missed and so dearly loved.

                                                                                             

Memorial Poetry

Lend Me A Kitten                                                      

I will lend to you for a while 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 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 learn.

I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true.
And from the folk that crowd's 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:Julia Morrison

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My Domain  

I walk into the night
and the darkness embraces me
like an old friend.  

This is my domain.  

I skulk in the shadows
stalking my unwary prey.  

This is my domain.  

My whiskers send me information
I can not see.
My feet carry mesilently
through my territory.  

This is my domain.  

Though I am smaller than my wild cousins
their blood still courses through my veins.
My fangs are just as deadly.
My claws are just as sharp.
My eyes:
Sensitive to the faintest source of light
help me in my hunt.   The darkness.
The shadows.
The night.  

These are MY domains

By: Fuzygupy

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Tribute to Homer
Written by Fuzygupy for a friend's cat who was run over tragically after escaping out the door.
 
My friend                                                  
such a violent end
you did not deserve.
You, my friend,
who lived only to serve.
 
You who made the intolerable-tolerable.
You who made the darkest days
seem just a little bit brighter.
You who accepted without question
and who's love was unwavering.
 
There are those who'd argue
mere animalsdo not posses souls.
They fool heartily think their God
endowedthem to man alone.
"Not true!" I would argue
"Just who are you to say?"
For I've seen 'mere animals'
with more soul then many of the human race
so refuse to think their way.
 
And so, dear Homer,
where ever your soul maybe,
rest in peace sweet Homer
and know you will live forever
in your loved ones
memories.

by: Fuzygupy

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I AM EVERYWHERE

Listen can you hear me,
though I am gone away?
Watch and can you see me,
as you toil through your day?

Can you smell my presence,
or feel my tender touch,
the wonder of the life we shared,
the life you miss so much?

Please, hear the gentle tinkling,
of the wind chimes in the breeze,
of the soft wind a door's opening makes,
will put your heart at ease.

Watch the dancing flowers,
or autumn leaves skipping by,
they dance and skip like I did,
before I had to die.

The heady scent of catnip,
the fresh smell of summer sun,
the smell of leather harnesses,
remember our days of fun.

The caressing touch of butterflies,
the feel of blankets warm,
remember how we cuddled,
when ere there was a storm.

Although my body failed me,
my souls  forever there.
Just look and touch and hear and feel,
for I am everywhere.

Julia Amelia Morrison
Catnip Hill Studio
Copyright © 2000
All rights reserved
Ms. Morrison can be contacted at:
DBDustBuny@aol.com  

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FIRST DAY IN HEAVEN

Is Heaven all you asked of it,
O little cat? Did Peter fit
A halo for your graceless head?
Is there a quilt for your special bed,
And a bowl of cream just out of reach
Of your thieving paw? Or do They teach
You not to steal in Paradise?
Does the flapping of Their wings entice?
Do you scamper and swing on a golden fence,
Or are They teaching you reverence?
And are there really golden thrones
Up there? Or do the Mighty Ones
Have nice fat chairs that you can claw
And tear and snag with an impious paw?
And do the angels understand
That a little cat in a lonely land
Still longs for a kiss and a friendly cuff?

Celestial joys are not enough.
Please, some small saint in shining white,
Hold him close in your arms tonight.

-AUTHOR UNKNOWN Submitted by Aida Alicata

From the petloss.com website

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Kittens  

On fluffy white clouds in heaven above
are kittens the same color as what they sit upon.
Not a black or a red or color to be found,
for you see....

Angels have to do something for fun!
With brushes in hand they set to their task.
Some kittens they catch dozing in the sun.
It is with these they have the most fun,
for on them intricate patterns can be done.

Most they have to do on the run,
often causing a terrible mess!
Some kittens get lots of colors,
some get very little,
some get completely missed in the fray.

When you see an all black cat, well,
at the end of the day;
some angels mix all the colors together
just to paint them that way.

But no matter their color,
no matter their shade,
remember:
All kittens are from heaven,
a gift from above
who started out as white as the clouds they once sat upon.

by:Fuzygupy                    

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A SPECIAL POEM FOR CHILDREN
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JASON'S GUARDIAN ANGELS

My dearest precious Jason,
Please try to understand,
your cats have gone to Heaven,
to stay in God pure land.

I know that at your age of nine,
loosing them is sad,
and there's a lonely feeling,
But Jason don't be sad.

See, cats are really angels,
dressed in robes of fur,
who come down from their heavenly place,
to makeus feel secure.

They bring us love and comfort,
and make us laugh and smile,
but they can't stay forever,
they only stay awhile.

And then they wing to heaven,
among the stars they wait,
and wait until we grow old,
and we meet them at Heaven's gate.

They are our guardian angels,
each night just look above,
and see their twinkling eyes shine,
their light of heavenly love.

Oh grownups call the twinkle,
stars up in the sky,
It takes someone who loved their cat,
to know the real reason why.

For my Best buddy Jason.
To help him with the loss of his favorite fur angels.
Coon the Maine Coon and Worm.
With Love,
Julia Morrison
Copyright © 1997

RP Cathouse's Angels

Written by: RP Cathouse

This is Freja, a young female Maine Coon. She was born on March 16, 2004 and passed away on April 26, 2005.   She had kidney failure and the specialist and Vets could not, and have not found what caused it. The picture below is how I will always remember her, laying snuggled in my arm like a baby and kneading the air or me, while I am at the computer.  This was our time together and while she slept most of the time,she was so present in her spirit!

That was what she wanted to do. So we did that! When she "left" she took a piece of my heart and soul with her.It is a wonder that I have any left.

                       

                                                                                        

        Chinni, born on May 28, 2002, lived a very full life until she reached the age of 18 months.  When she was born,she was rejected by her mom.  Between another Mom, Ele` and me (I got the bottle feeding duty) Chinni fought to stay alive.  But she was not  "put together" right.  To look at her she was "all there" but something was wrong on the inside.  I should have let her fade away.  But I was stubbon and so was she.  She was the ugliest kitten I had very seen, but she had a the biggest big heart and had a huge part of mine as well.  She lived too long,more than likely,due to her problems, but not long enough for me. 

Of all the cats that have come and gone,in my life, she is the one who will always live in my heart and soul.  She dug a hole and planted her butt there and has never ever left.  Here is my ulgy kitten,who's heart was larger than she ever grew to be.

Mudge who's real name was Whisper,who was given that name because she would open her mouth to meow and nothing but a faint whisper would come out. like a breathe of air.  She was a kitten from my very first breeding of Penny Lane.  Mudge, herself had one litter who gave me Smokey Jo.Mudge developed Pyrothorax and did not survive, sadly. She was only two and a half years old.   Mudge and her daughter were best known for sitting on top of the doors here.  They would play and sleep together always. Mudge was a great Mom and her daughter takes after her.
Mudge and Smokey Jo doing what they loved to do. SmokeyJo is in the front with her mom, Mudge, who was watching out from behind her!
                     

The Butterfly

                         The butterfly is a symbol of transition and healing. So delicate, and at the same time hardy, she is always focused on her task of cross -pollinating, to create new life. The butterfly is inspirational to me and is a reminder that life does go on. I feel blessed when I see one!
                                                
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Welcome!

Welcome to the Beloved Angels Journal. It is my hope that those who wish to share their memories, their pictures, poetry and compassion, will find this journal comforting and a source of support. Please send pictures,(embedded email please), poetry and comments to OurBelovedAngels@aol.com. I will be honored to place them on the journal!

As we travel through our dark moments and allow ourselves to grieve, we do get to the other side of acceptance and the great joy when we know that our angels reside in our heart, soul and spirt, eternally.

Niagara Falls with Rainbow, Ontario, Canada 
Artist: Michael Pawlyk