They will not go quietly,
the cats who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
we hear a meow at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them. . . and always will.
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.
from Earth to Heaven above…
It keeps our dear ones near us
It’s the bridge that we call love.
- Author Unknown
this page is for Gracie
Leaving
Her special person and Oliver She is helping others now in her gentle way
Rest now Princess Gracie she came to Phyllis 3-12-01
11-3-09 Now meeting others as they pass her way At Rainbow Bridge
