| Location | Thorney Close,sunderland |
| Age | 16 years |
| Date of Birth | 01/01/1991 |
| Date of Death | 01/01/2007 |
| Visitors | 359 since 12/11/2008 |
| Creator |
BITSA WAS A CROSS COLLIE,SHE WAS SUCH GOOD FUN WHEN WE GOT HER AT 7WEEKS OLD,WE GOT HER FOR OUR KEVIN WHEN HE WAS ONLY 9 YEARS OLD,OUR KEVIN LOVE HAR TO BIT,S AS SHE WAS JUST ONE OF THOSE DOGS WHO LIKED TO BE NEXT TO YOU,AND WOULD SNEAK UPSTAIRS TO KEVINS ROOM TO SLEEP,SADLY OUR SON DIED AGED 22YEARS AND SHE MISS KEVIN SO MUCH,A YEAR AND A HALF AFTER KEVIN DIED,BISTA TOOK BAD AND HAD RENAIL FAILURE AND SHE HAD TO BE PUT ASLEEP,BITSA WAS 16 YEARS OLD WHEN SHE DIED AND I BROKE MY HEART,SHE WAS A VERY ,LOVING DOG AND I MISS HER SO MUCH,NOW SHE HAS GONE TO PLAY WITH HER BEST FRIEND KEVIN IN HEAVEN ABOVE,
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The Storm.
Written by Judey LaRocca
The first wave hits with a tremendous force,
So strong you think you’ll die.
There is no refuge from the storm,
And you utter a desperate cry.
The oceans rage, you understand,
Things will never be the same again.
You look to the heavens with tears in your eyes,
And say “Good-Bye” to your faithful friend.
The second wave hits with a force the same,
As the first wave did before.
You hold her close; kiss her one last time,
Whispering “I love you, I’ll never forget you”…
You walk out the door.
The waves continue strong and hard,
Each bringing grief and pain.
Disbelief overwhelms you…
“She’ll never come home again.”
The storm persists with waves of anguish,
Reflections of years gone by.
Questioning yourself about the things you’ve done,
And silently you cry…
You do not remember the good you’ve done,
Rather dwell on the things you didn’t do.
Another wave hits, you fight back the tears,
Engulfed by heartfelt sorrow…
Pain you never knew.
Thoughts of “Why didn’t I...” or “I should’ve done…”
Race throughout your mind,
Shadowing the good memories,
The memories that are left behind.
Each wave continues bringing grief and pain,
Though now they are not quite as strong.
Repeatedly crashing down on your heart,
You pray for them to be gone.
Gradually, the waves do subside,
Yet some still cause pain and despair.
Little by little the good memories emerge,
And you remember the love you shared.
Your heart still aches, the tears still fall,
But the storm is reaching an end.
You can smile now, even laugh,
Bittersweet are the memories of your faithful friend.
The skies are brightening, the sun is appearing,
The ocean is calm once more.
The waves that ravaged your sanity,
Now lap gently, upon the shore.
In the light of the sun, the memories are clear,
You are no longer filled with pain.
Once again you think of your faithful friend,
And smile, when you speak her name.
A rainbow appears above, in the sunlit sky,
Quiet thoughts of her brighten your day.
The sunshine reflects the brilliance of her life,
At last you realize, she lives on in your heart and you will,
Be together again…
Someday.
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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
They enter our lives wide-eyed and lovable
with the innocence of a child
and yet they seem to have the wisdom of the ages within their spirits.
Not having verbal skills has enabled us to confide in them
more than we would a human companion.
If you look deep into their eyes
you must believe that they understand
what we need and are just waiting for us to allow them to meet that desire.
They ask for little, some food some water but most importantly
our touch when we have time.
For this they devote their entire life to us.
They don't accuse us they don't judge us.
They are content to lie by our side.
What have we humans done to deserve such loyalty?
We forget about them when it is not convenient
we throw them away when the novelty wears off.
Yet they still come back for more.
They are known as companion animals and
they take their responsibilities seriously.
Some companions have the tenderness to work with the sick
others have the ability to guide the blind or assist the disabled.
While others work in law enforcement or in rescue work.
Then there are those whose main mission
in life is pure companionship.
Many of us grew up with the belief in guardian angels
sent down to earth to watch over us.
I wonder if our beloved pet companions are the
personification of these guardian angels.
Then the heart breaking moment comes;
God is calling them home.
We beg Him to give us more time but His will must be done.
It is time for our babies to start their new journey with their new family.
For some of us we must assist our companions
in their journey by allowing them to go.
We must cut the leash that binds them here.
We must continue on without them and we doubt that we can.
Eventually the veil of darkness lifts from our hearts and
we realize that life is a circle.
The end of one life means the beginning of a brand new wondrous life.
Just as the seasons come and go, so shall we.
Our babies have soared to the
heavens and for every baby that has passed a star is born.
Their light shines down upon us.
The memories of their love and devotion fill our hearts and the tears turn to smiles.
We come to recognize that we will be re-united again with our babies and
until that time we continue the circle of life and
love by sharing our home with a new bright eyed baby and
the circle begins again.
(Submitted by Noreen and Mac)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Sending love to you Angel. We wish for those wonderful times so much, for yesterday and you. xxx
•♥ YOU WERE HERE ♥•
Copyright (c) Jenine Stanley, 1999
As I sit in those moments of quiet,
When sadness invades me,
I know that yesterday,
You were here.
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Now you are away from us,
Not knowing your future,
Or when you'll come home, but yesterday,
You were here.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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♥Shadow’s Song♥
(Audrey E. Nickel)
I'm not gone...not really.
I haven't gone away...I've only gotten bigger.
My eyes, so bright, now shine among the stars.
My voice sings with the wind in winter, as I leap
and dance among the treetops.
I stalk the blown leaves in autumn, and brush the
flowers gently in the spring.
I come to you in dreaming, on feet grown dreamtime soft,
and lay my cheek against yours, and whisper:
"Peace be with you."
Someday we will play again together, you and I, among the stars.
'Til then, fear not to love, for your love gave my life meaning.
And I return that love to you...a hundredfold..a thousandfold..
Forever.
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WISHES
Copyright (2006) Kristin Sharer
We wish we could have told you,
in words you understand,
We wanted you to stay with us.
This wasn't what we planned.
We wish somehow to tell you,
how empty we now feel.
A part of us went with you,
a part that time can't heal.
We wish we had you back again,
to fill this empty space.
But one day we'll be together,
in a far, far better place.
♥..*..♥..*..♥..*..♥..*..♥..*..♥..*..♥..*..♥..*..♥..*..♥
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♥Now you sit at Heaven's Gate
♥Waggin' your tail, you patiently wait
♥Until the time we meet again
♥When I have reached my journey's end.
♥Now I cried when you left that day
♥You weren't here to lick my tears away
♥Time will heal, my heart will mend
♥Tho’ you are missed...my beloved friend.
♥I have peace in knowing what lays in store
♥When I find myself at Heaven's door
♥My tears of joy shall fall that day
♥And you will lick my tears away.
(Author Unknown)
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LOVE FROM MEL. xxx
For animal lovers everywhere, who truly understand an "unconditional love". x
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♥ Unconditional Love ♥
(by Allison Chambers Coxsey)
A treasure to be cherished,
a gift from God above;
is the beauty of a friendship,
touched by unconditional love.
A love that asks no questions,
believes in all the best;
never doubting, ever trusting,
withstanding any test.
A love that weathers any storm,
and yet that love still stands;
through the very darkest hour,
it still reaches out a hand.
There in that hand the sweetest gift,
that you can give a friend;
a heart that cares, a love that shares,
that will be there till the end.
A treasure to be cherished,
a gift from God above;
is what I share with you my friend,
an unconditional love.
✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞•✝•♥•✞
❤•❧•❣•♡•♥•❦•❥•❤•❧•❣•♡•♥•❦•❥•
❁ OUR PATH NEVER ENDED ❁
(Author Unknown)
I walk in golden fields now,
my wondrous new place called home.
With flowers blooming everywhere,
on the path of our love I roam.
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Upon the doorstep of my life,
my journey reached its end.
My new home has an endless glow,
where heavenly rivers flow.
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With love I gather a sweet bouquet,
of flowers from the fields.
With love to you mommy,
whose joyfulness now yields.
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I am in a very special place,
where love will just increase.
A home that awaits you mom,
where we all find great peace.
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Right beyond sweet heaven's gate,
is a home beyond all dreams.
We walk in gardens filled with life
blessed with gentle crystal streams.
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Keep smiling like you always did,
when I walked into the room.
Joy fills this place where I wait,
Till your life with me resumes.
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Remembrances of our love you see,
like flowers scent a room.
Within our hearts, in memory,
our precious love shall bloom.
❤•❧•❣•♡•♥•❦•❥•❤•❧•❣•♡•♥•❦•❥•
To light your way sweetheart. xxx
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♥ ANOTHER LIT CANDLE ♥
(Author Unknown)
Our prayers are offered, our eyes wet with tears,
so sad when we hear this happening,
seems all of a sudden too many are passing.
We do what we can, but we aren’t the Great Maker.
He lends them to us, and they give us their love,
Its what they do best, it’s their gift from above.
Tonight, when you're grieving and missing her so,
just know you have friends,
some you don’t even know.
Our candles are burning,
to give her some light,
on her final last journey
as she goes home tonight.
Another lit candle to brighten her way,
another lit candle at the end of the day.
Our babies are family and try as we might,
seems nothing we say or do makes it feel alright.
Great Maker in Heaven, all angels and saints,
receive my dear baby, give her gladness and light.
Another lit candle to brighten her way,
another lit candle at the end of the day.
Our candles are burning
to give her some light,
on her final last journey,
as she goes home tonight.
AMEN
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Sometimes.
Sometimes if I am very still, I can feel them
Not with my fingers that used to weave their way
through their fur...but with my heart.
Sometimes when I'm quiet, I can see them
Not with my eyes that used to shine
at the sight of their faces ~ But in those
special places nestled deep inside.
Sometimes when I'm high on the mountain,
I can hear them
Not with my ears that captured the happy
sounds they made
But from echoes in my memory.
And sometimes...
the lonely times, I feel a terrible kind of sorrow
Not in my mind that cried out in anguish when they left
But from a pain nurtured deep in my soul.
Sometimes....only sometimes...
that pain can be hard to bear. So I climb high on
the mountain, the cool wind in my hair
And remember how it once was, and feel
this fierce kind of joy.
Knowing that once upon a time for a little while...
I had it all. ~ Sometimes, it is enough.
(Author Unknown)
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