Sweet Angel

We just heard the bad news that our dear furiend, Mickey has gone to join those who came before at The Bridge. He was one of our first blogging friends and a wonderful sweet mancat. We send purrs of comfort to his Mom and his fur sisters. He will be greatly missed.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there... I do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow...

I am the diamond glints on snow...

I am the sunlight on ripened grain...

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you waken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of gentle birds in circling flight...

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry—

I am not there... I did not die...

~Mary Frye

Mickey, may you be romping through fields of your beloved green grass.

I purr it is forever Spring .

This is for you.