Prayers for Chandar- Sending Glow!

Prayers for Chandar. He is now 19 years old and in failing health.

DBDustBuny

In Memory Of Harry Monster

Harry Monster 1995- 08-17-2005   The beloved soul mate of Firewolf2317 and family. So loving a child of heaven who graced our lives for just a while. He is now healthy and romping in green pastures with all his cat friends. You are here in our hearts dear Harry and we know there is a new bright star in the heavens now watching over us. See you someday when we arrive at those gates too.                                      

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 soul is  forever there.
Just look and touch and hear and feel,
for I am everywhere.

Julia Amelia Morrison
Catnip HillStudio
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Ms. Morrison can be contacted at:
DBDustBuny@aol.com 

Dobie Rescue: Amazing!

He had just saved her from a fire in her house, rescuing her by carrying her out of the house into her front yard, while he continued to fight the fire.

She is pregnant.

The firefighter was afraid of her at first, because he had never been around a Doberman before.

When he finally got done putting the fire out, he sat down to catch his breath and rest.

A photographer from the Charlotte, North Carolina newspaper, "The Observer," noticed this red Doberman in the distance looking at the fireman.

He saw her walking straight toward the fireman and wondered what she was going to do.

As he raised his camera, she came up to the tired man who had saved her life and the lives of her babies, and kissed him, just as the photographer snapped this photograph.

                                          

And people say animals are dumb....

 

Thanks to SHARONLEELMT for sending this incredible story!

 

The Rescuer's Final Reward

The Rescuer's Final Reward

Unlike most days at the Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray.
All the recent arrivals at the Bridge did not know what to think, as
they had never seen such a day.  But the animals who had been waiting
longer for their beloved people to accompany them across the Bridge knew
what was happening, and they began to gather at the pathway leading to
the Bridge.

Soon an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. He
approached slowly, and though he showed no sign of injury or illness, he
was in great emotional pain.  Unlike the animals gathered along the
pathway, he had not been restored to youth and vigor upon arriving at
the Bridge.  He felt out of place, and wanted only to cross over and
find happiness.

But as he approached the Bridge, his way was barred by an angel, who
apologized and explained that the tired and broken-spirited old dog
could not cross over.  Only those animals accompanied by their people
were allowed to cross the Bridge.  Having nobody, and with nowhere else
to turn, the dog trudged into the field in front of the Bridge.

There he found others like himself, elderly or infirm, sad and
discouraged.  Unlike the other animals waiting to cross the Bridge,
these animals were not running or playing.  They simply were lying in
the grass, staring forlornly at the pathway across the Rainbow Bridge.
The old dog took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting
yet not knowing for what he was waiting.

One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been there
longer to explain what was happening.  The cat replied, "Those poor
animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places, but never
found a home on earth.  They all passed on with only the love of a
rescuer to comfort them.  Because they had no people to love them, they
have nobody to escort them across the Rainbow Bridge."

The dog asked the cat, "So what will happen to those animals?"  Before
the cat could answer, the clouds began to part and the cold turned to
bright sunshine.  The cat replied, "Watch, and you will see."

In the distance was a single person, and as he approached the Bridge the
old, infirm and sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light.
They were at once made young and healthy, and stood to see what their
fate would be.  The animals who had previously gathered at the pathway
bowed their heads as the person approached.  At each bowed head, the
person offered a scratch or hug.  One by one, the now youthful and
healthy animals from the field fell into line behind the person.
Together, they walked across the Rainbow Bridge to a future of happiness
and unquestioned love.

The dog asked the cat, "What just happened?"

The cat responded, "That was a rescuer.  The animals gathered along the
pathway bowing in respect were those who had found their forever homes
because of rescuers.  They will cross over when their people arrive at
the Bridge.  The arrival here of a rescuer is a great and solemn event,
and as a tribute they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue.
They are allowed to escort all those poor animals they couldn't place on
earth across the Rainbow Bridge."

The dog thought for a moment, then said, "I like rescuers."  The cat
smiled and replied, "So does heaven, my friend.  So does heaven."

Thanks to Barb for submitting this,

Source: HANDICATS2

In Memory Of Mousie Tongue, 3/28/95-8/10/03

Play with the Angels, our beloved Mousie. We miss you so much. The Bridge Babies are so happy with you as their welcoming ambassador. It is two years since you have been gone from our Earthly Plane. You left too soon for us darling one.. too young to have been called. God must have wanted you to do His work. That comforts us.

Thank you for sending Shanti to us to help mend the hole in our hearts. Her little kisses and sweet disposition remind us of your loving presence. I hope you are smiling and purring as you watch her wend her way into our love.

Jo and Marty, Puppy and Trouble and little Shanti

"Special Letter From Heaven"

This is for all the Moms and Dads we have left behind.  

We are all now safely over the Bridge and we all wanted to let you know that while we won't be with you in body, we will always be with you in Spirit.  We will think of you every day and one day we will see each other again.  We were met by so many others who came here before us - they were all waiting at the Bridge with their candles lit so we could see to cross.   We will also do the same as more pets come to the Bridge.  The Angels here are so friendly and we just love to watch them fly.  Most of us are trying to earn our 'Wings of Grace' before you get here.  Please try not to be too sad when you think of us, just be thankful for the time we had together.  

Submitted by: All of Us At The Bridge                                              

In Memory Of Clifton: For Donna

                               
Clifton was a special kitty I found on a run with my personal trainer on Labor Day, 1995.  I'd just separated from my husband of 28 years, on my way to divorce. :(.  I looked for a kitten, but none were to be found.  I'd moved in my new place with Dew and JJ, older kits, and Pirate, only 1.  I thought Pi needed a playmate.   No one had a kitten...
 
Then, I went running in downtown Cincinnati on Labor Day. As my trainer and I waited to cross a 5 lane highway, I heard him say "no kitty...no!" as Cliff tried to get to us.  Traffic cleared, and a kind gentleman on the corner kept Clift busy.  I picked him up... tiny kitty of grey and white.  (The grey turned out to be dirt...he was solid white.) Blistered feet, broken tail.   He purred.  I started running.  My trainer says "Where you goin' wiff dat cat?"  My reply?  "Home!"  Michael (on a bike) took the kitten from me.  Cliff licked sweat from his chest for the 2 miles plus home.  When when we got there, I took him back, and he slept on my lap for the 20 mile drive home.  He was dirty, flea bitten, and scared. 
 
I took him to the vet, he checked out fine.  He was JUST what I needed.  Over the next 5 years, he turned into the smartest cat I have ever owned.  He turned my touchlamp ON when he wanted  fed. (On High...every time.)  He turned that same light OFF in this very room when I tried to read instead of pet him.  He learned to lean on the bathroom door and let it clang against the bookcase on weekends when he thought I'd slept too late.
 
He begged, and he waved... as you can see in the picture here.
 
Alas, one January,2000 morning, he came to the door to tell me goodbye.  Little did I know how seriously he meant it.  When I returned home around noon, I found Cliff dead in this very room.  I lost it...Totally lost it.  I knelt by his body, petting him.  I called my vet, my daughter my son in law.  It was January, no way could we bury him here...the ground was too frozen.
 
As I knelt beside him, the words "His job with you was done" kept going through my head..,, and I realized he was right.  I'd found Cliff when I was sure I couldn't survive on my own.  Cliff somehow made my days more liveable, and now I knew I would be okay.
 
He died on a Friday.  My son in law took his body to the vet's to await my 'final decisions.'
 
I cried the entire weekend.  On Monday, Wheezel sat on the end table where Cliffy did, at 3:30 AM, just like he did, threatening to turn on the light.  You need to know that she had never seen him do this!  I told her No Wheezy, NO!
 
She didn't.  Until that Wednesday.  Then, at 3:30 AM she turned on the light, and sat and stared deep  into my eyes before she leapt from the table.  I knew RIGHT THEN that Cliffy wasn't really gone.
 
The day he died, Wheez did three (count them... 3) tricks that no one but Cliff has ever done.  And she hasn't done them since.  I KNEW he was here with me.  To this day, when Wheezy turns on that light for me, I laugh in my sleep and say "Hi Cliffy Boy!"  He's NOT gone.  He's an angel baby that will be with me forever.
 
I Love you Cliffy!
 
MommyPerson.