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Winston

Winston

My dear Winston came into my life on January 19, 1997. He was found in a water drainage grate along the side of a street in Omaha, Nebraska by some boys out playing in the snow, who turned him into the Humane Society. I adopted Winston who at the time was very tiny with huge pink ears, which he certainly grew into as he was a handsome boy. He endured two moves, one from Omaha to Denver and then Denver to Mesa. He loved to dwell in closets and he enjoyed being in the secure back yard at night, via the dog door. Not many people can say they have seen Winston, as he was extremely shy to all, but not to me. Every night at bed time he would jump on me, lick my face, lay there for a few minutes and then off to explore the yard. He is survived by his sisters Pawsha, Mollie, Sophie, and Peyton, and his brothers Jefferson and Ozymandia. He is preceded in death by his brother Mogley. Until we meet again sweet boy, mama loves you.

 When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
  to put another flower on a pillow.
 A bird gives the message back to
    the world, and sings a silent prayer
     that makes the rain cry. People dis-
         appear, but they never really go away.
    The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
        earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
        can see them dancing in a cloud during
       the day-time, when they're supposed
    to be sleeping. They paint the rain-
     bows and also the sunsets and make
 waves splash and tug at the tide.
         They toss shooting stars and listen to
  wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
     miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.
   - Ashley