Missing you ever so much..always in my heart Mommy's girl
Mommy's sweet baby girl. Thank you for coming to me in my dream my little furbaball.
Lyrics to lulabye-Suo Gan
Sleep, my baby, on my bosom,
Warm and cozy, will be true,
Round thee mother's arms are folding,
In her heart a mother's love.
There shall no one come to harm thee,
Naught shall ever break thy rest;
Sleep, my darling babe, in quiet,
Sleep on mother's gentle breast.
I celebrate your life .... My sweet Angel
You will be in my heart forever.
Mommy sends a kiss from Earth to the Bridge to you and all the furbabies and feathered, scaly friends. How you loved to watch the birds from the window.Once Mommy showed you a little bird that was rescued and you kissed it and purred back at me. You never hurt anything, you even kissed the Gerbils. My sweet Angel.
Our babies are not our property, they are our children, our family, a part of us, We gave birth with our hearts..By Ginny Brancato
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"The Day After"
When morning came and you weren't there...
And night time came and you still weren't there...
Then for me there never was a day...
By Ginny Brancato
Now I know I have a heart..because it's breaking-From the wizard of Oz, The Tinman
Mommy's Girl... I celebrate your life my angel...
I have your spirit but you kept my heart.
I miss you so much my baby girl... I give thanks for having been blessed with your Unconditional love. I still long to have you by my side, but I know you are with me in spirit always...
Memories
"Please don't leave me," I whisper, burying my face into her frailness, tears soaking her dry, dull
coat. "I am losing my most beloved and loyal friend." Some make remarks, "It's only a cat." I
tolerate their ignorance, knowing they will never understand the joy of unconditional love.
Love sometimes hurts..It's "The Dance" we remember...
by ginny Brancato
They say hearts can't bleed...They say a broken heart mends..What do "they" know..
How I long to hear your meow.. to touch your furry little body once more..
The flowers are blooming new life and you live on my Angel.Time knows not grief.
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How do you say good-bye to an Angel?
We never do say good-bye. We say I will see you again, my beloved angel. Wait patiently for me for I have many things to do in memory of you.
I need to tell others how dear you were and how much love you gave. I need to say how blessed I have been, you never really left,your love lives within...
I need to speak for the many furbabies who need a voice, who never had the home and love you did.
I need to speak of how you stole my heart...
I need to tell others what Unconditional love truly is and pray they too will find a special angel like you.
Wait for me, my angel. I have many things to do, So many things to do, in Memory of you.
Memories
Memories...The sound of your little motorboat purr, the touch of your paw against my face.
Silly little things, no other furbaby could ever replace.
You gave to me a love so loyal. I gave you everything except life.
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How Long Will The Pain Last?
How long will the pain last?" a broken hearted mourner
asked me. "All the rest of your Life." I have to answer
truthfully. We never quite forget. No matter how many
years pass, we remember. The loss of a loved one is like a
major operation. Part of us is removed, and we have a scar
for the rest of our lives. As years go by, we manage.
There are things to do, people to care for, tasks that
call for full attention. But the pain is still there, not
far below the surface. We see a face that looks familiar,
hear a voice that echoes, see a photograph in someone's
album, see a landscape that once we saw together, and it
seems as though a knife were in the wound again. But not
so painfully. And mixed with joy, too. Because remembering
a happy time is not all sorrow, it brings back
happiness with it.
How long will the pain last?
All the rest of your life. But the thing to remember is
that not only the pain will last, but the blessed memories
as well. Tears are proof of life. The more love, the more
tears. If this be true, then how could we ever ask
that the pain cease altogether. For then
the memory of love would go with it.
The pain of grief is the price we pay for love.
By ginny Brancato (Fificat)
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