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.
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
in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
see them dancing in a cloud during
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.
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.