What a sweet, gentle girl Cuddles was. We found her in Jan 1999 at an animal shelter in Glendale where she had been for more than a year. They named her Cuddles for a reason; she loved her human laps. But our little pill had another nickname which was Splash. Over the years, she splashed gallons and gallons of water out of her water bowl with her front paws. We also remember when she first came to us how she liked to play hockey with the dog's food.
Cuddles was 19 years old when she left us in 2015. Her little body finally just gave up. She has now gone to join her feline sister Amber and her canine sisters Whitney and Olivia.
We will never stop missing her.
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.