Our Beloved Angels

Kim, a dear friend has requested prayers for her beloved horse, Raven. Please send glow and healing thoughts to this lovely mare so that her healing will be enhanced and complete.

Kim wrote: "Prayer request please for a Dear Loving Friend! Our Raven hurt her leg the other day. It is so sad to see her moving so slow. She was raising heck as I took Bammer (one of our other horses) out!

"She seems to be doing better today. It just breaks our heart to see such a loving being hurting. Please God we pray for a quick recovery for Raven. Let her feel the love in her heart that she gives to everyone she meets. She is indeed special God and we thank you for blessing our lives with Raven!.... and all of our loved ones, friends and critters!"

Thanks for your special well wishes!

OurBelovedAngels

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It is with sadness that I write about Flakey, a beautiful white cat who found Donna 11 years ago, while she was at her vet's office with another cat getting vaccinated. While she did not adopt him immediately, (as she had recently lost a beloved soulmate cat, and was not sure she was ready for a newcomer), she soon opened her heart to him shortly after she heard his repeated calls , asking her to become another special kitty in her home. 

While not a lap cat, he showed his love to her in his own special way. He slept at the head of her bed, and was a constant presence in her home. While he was an indoor cat, his purrsonality was semi-feral. He was glad to be welcomed into her home to become part of Donna's feline family.

Flakey became ill with Kidney failure, and Donna gave him the best of nursing care, but recently he went downhill fairly quickly and was sent to the Rainbow Bridge on 4/17 at the age of 12. The 11 years that he spent with Donna and the other cats were loving and protective ones. His best friend, Angel Cat Clifton, actually taught him to be a cat, as he had been caged for quite a long time at the hospital, waiting for a new human companion.

Donna told me the other day, that she and the other kitties miss his "Flakey" ways a lot, but they "know he is now playing at the bridge with Clifton, Dew, JJ and all the others that are waiting for me there."

Her message to Flakey is, "God Bless you Flakey, You are missed.   You won't be replaced.... unless another very needy kitten comes our way."
 
Sleep sweet Flakey as you curl up with your pal, Clifton. Play happily until that wonderful day when you and Donna can play together at that time when  you both will be reunited. . .  with all  beloved fur friends.

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Even though it has been several years since Dusty crossed over the Rainbow  Bridge, Donna still misses him dearly.

Donna wrote, "This is my Golden Retriever Dusty...he was loyal and true... as are all Goldens' and went to his reward at Rainbow Bridge a couple years ago."

 
Such a sweet expression on his face.. pure love and joy to be with Donna.

Donna's Dusty will always live in her heart. He will watch out over her, sending her all his love, eternally.

We all send prayers to Donna at this time.  Losing a beloved fur companion always leaves a empty place in our lives, but our hearts are always filled with the deep love that we have had the honor to have shared with them.

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Joe, a 17 year old Chihuahua crossed over the Rainbow Bridge quietly this morning, surrounded by those who loved him deeply.

He knew how deeply his passing would sadden his human parents, and wanted a prayer of healing to be said for them. They took wonderful care of him all his life.  One of his human friends wrote me, on his behalf, " I cannot speak their language so cannot explain to them I will never be far from them. I may not be with them in body, but I sure will be in spirit."

Joe was a long hair white Chihuahua with brown patches. He weighed  about 2 lbs. He was the runt of the litter which did not matter to his human parents, who took him into their loving home.

While there are no photographs of Joe, his beauty exists only in the memories of his human parents. The photo in this entry is similar to his appearance.

God Bless those who takes the time to say a small prayer for Joe's family.

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Laddie.. September 21, 1997 - February 20, 2008 


It is with both the deep sadness and love that I feel for my friend Carol, who's precious dog, Laddie now resides at the Rainbow Bridge. My heart weeps for her loss.

The words that she wrote from her heart touched me deeply and I felt sharing them here on this memorial for Laddie was a gift I could give from my heart.

"No one can be more devastated than I...my darling boy..to be without you following me from room to room, seeing your things everywhere...I opened the refrigerator, and there were your string beans, your apples, your chicken...everywhere...your "bear head" is on the chair at the staircase..it still has your saliva, and it will be there always...the bread sticks you loved so much....


Laddie will be buried at 4p.m. on my birthday, Monday. He was born on my daughter, Nancy's birthday. He entered my body through a direct hit to my heart, from the first day, when I saw him and left him at the breeder's because he was so big...and the next day drove five extra hours(because there was an accident on the Thruway) with my son-in-law, to lift him into my arms and take him home."


Please join me in sending Carol healing prayers.

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Reported by Blair Simmons

Updated: Jan 24, 2008 04:03 PM
When Antoine Draper sent his  two year old pit bull, MiMi, to live with his brother for a while, he said it was like parting with one of his kids.

"From a puppy I fed her with a bottle. From the time she was born," Draper said.

But just days before Christmas, he got a call that made him sick to his stomach.

"I was working, I got a phone call said somebody set my dog on fire. When I came down here my dog was on fire," Draper said.

Mimi was set on fire while she was giving birth to puppies. The dog was still burning when Draper got there and he said he knows who did it.

"I found out later on it was my brother's girlfriend who was mad and high. She sent her friend to get gasoline to kill my dog to hurt my brother. She thought it was my brother's dog. But it was actually my dog," Draper said.

In fact, the remains are still in the yard.

"It was sick! You gotta be real cruel. Messed up in the head...to set a dog on fire. Somebody who ain't did nothin' to you," Draper said.

But to make matters worse, nobody has been charged with the crime.

Draper filed a police report. He said he even brought witnesses down to the station with him. But a month later, his brother's ex-girlfriend still hasn't been arrested.

"There are people tellin' y'all she did it. Why y'all ain't did nothin' about it? Y'all hung Mike Vick for doing it. He just fought a dog! This is somebody who's out here, poured gasoline on a dog and watched it burn," Draper said.

Draper says justice won't bring MiMi back. But her killer should be punished.

What you can do to help:

Sign the petition and let your voice be heard.

Please forward the link to this entry and cross-post!! Signatures needed! Mimi the Pit Bull was set on fire while giving birth. She deserves justice!!!!

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July 4, 1993, Jan 9, 2008

Farewell-our beloved 21st Century Schizoid cat.

Written by: RIA P27

Maine Coon, Indy, Charlimaine's Independence Jefferson,
born on July 4,1993, came into our lives as a 8 week old kitten
in September.

For 14 and a half years, he lived life on HIS terms. With a temperament
as volatile as an M-80, he despised any handling, petting or cuddling,
except for pats on his big head, which he often begged for by
sitting up on his haunches. We respected his distaste and outright
dislike of handling of any kind, which was hard for me, a person
who loves hugging her furbabies at every chance.

Quirky with a "Jeckle and Hyde" personality, Indy loved dropping toys
in the toilet, and sniffing his catnip pillows so deeply we thought
he'd inhale them. Loved playing with his lattice balls and loved his
Fancy feast canned food.

Always healthy, and never needing a vet's attentions except for annual
checkups and dental cleanings, he never looked or acted his age
even after he entered his senior years.

He fell ill a week after New years, going off his food, laying in his cave
under the kitchen table, not eating, drinking, using his box or doing
his other "Indy" things such as meowing at the four walls,
hissing and squalling at his house mates, playing with his lattice balls.

He allowed me to stroke his back the morning of January 9 and shocked
me with how thin he had become. So, off to the vet we raced. My heart
shuddered when he did not battle me while putting him in the carrier.
Warlocke had slept beside him all night. . . another weird and scary thing.

X-rays and other tests revealed an enormous nasty malignant tumor
that hogged almost his entire insides! I gaped at the x-ray in disbelief
that something so huge snuck up on Indy so unnoticed. My mind
and soul screamed-how could such appear so quick and deadly?  

Yet, it occurred as I hoped, for many times I  wished, when Indy's time
eventuality arrived, that it be quick and relatively painless,
as he hated any kind of handling, which included combing,
brushing and even petting of any part of his body but his head.

But I never imagined it would come so soon on the heels
of Phantom's passing. Nor did I ever think he'd not live to 18,19,
or even 20 years of-age . . .  such was his feisty spirit.

On that afternoon on January 9, 2008, with a despairing heart.
Yet with Indy's preferences and temperament in mind, we decided
to let him pass to the Bridge, rather than subject him to exploratory
surgery and other things, which probably would not have worked,
as the vet said the tumor was likely inoperable.

Any other option required the intense handling Indy so despised and
resisted with all he was, and it guaranteed nothing.

Run free, Independence Jefferson, our Indybrat, Braticus, Bratboy,
Psychokitty, to never feel fear or pain again. You will always be
our beloved 21st Century Schizoid cat . . .

Indy, our firecracker, born on July 4, so many years ago.
You lived life on your own terms, yet I never doubted you loved 
your Momma. who will miss you more than I could ever have known.

Marie

Indy's Momma always

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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's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

Anonymous

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Phantom: July 22, 1991 - August 17, 2007

Written by: RIA P27

16 years ago, as tiny kitten with huge ears, you entered
this world in the basement of our neighbor's home, born to a
little cat of Siamese ancestry. On that day, we decided to take
you  into our home, and waited for you to wean.

When the fates took my 1st Maine Coon, Demon, from me when
you turned two weeks old, I almost changed my mind about
adopting you.

Despite my shattered soul that black day in August of 1991, 
I went over to play with you and your sisters, to ease a broken heart.
You gazed at me with baby blue eyes, that fateful  morning
Demon left this world, staring while your sisters scampered
around the room, as if trying to convey an important fact.

In those eyes I saw a flash of something – recognition, determination?
Perhaps both. I knew you belonged with us. We named  you Phantom,
for your  dark color. You earned the moniker F-4 Phantom Wild Weasel
when you scaled curtains and furniture to heights unknown
to other kittens, fearless and playful, and FAST! You and your
best buddy Khan, the big brown tabby Maine Coon kitten
you thought might eat you that 1st day home here,
turned into a two-kitten wrecking crew that exasperated yet amused us.


In the years that passed, your long lanky athletic body grew
into a big strapping muscular 18 pound cat who ruled the yard
and home with speed, strength and cunning that even the largest dog
in the neighborhood feared. I will always remember how big dogs
always looked to see if you patrolled outside before crossing
the perimeter of the property. In your sea green eyes, I always saw
a strong double spirit, indomitable and stubborn.

When Khan passed away, you mourned, and when little Kai
joined our home, you KNEW he was Khan reborn, come home
to you, to us.

You accepted him without protest, and you became good buddies.
He grew into a huge 22 pound big red Maine Coon, while you began
to shed weight as diseases crept into your strong body.

He misses you as we do.

Now, my heart shatters asunder once again, as you travel
into the beyond, and no kitten waits next door to catch
your soaring soul as you did Demon’s. In the end,
the diseases overwhelmed both life essences that kept you so stubborn
and strong.

Farewell -- my Pig Weasel who could outeat a sumo wrestler, my Talker,
with that strident Siamese voice that often sounded almost human, 
my Whale Boy, who chased all dogs from HIS yard, to my Furchild,
who always needed hugs and cuddles when sick. Soar high and far,
like the Fighter Jets we named you for. Fly on, fly free.

Fly in my soul forever my F-4 Phantom Wild Weasel, a special soul
born 16 years ago in the basement next door. This Christmas season,
in your flights through the ethereal world, when our
thoughts turn to your precious memories . . .
may you find your way back home.
 
Love,

your Momma always
Marie

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