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Muffin

Muffin

We adopted Muffin from the Capital Area Humane (Columbus, Ohio) in 1998.  She was an abused furry friend and the previous owner used either a knife or hatchet to cut off her tail.  She was the sweetest thing with an even temperament who never met anyone she didn't like. She was so easy to housebreak, listened well and was one of my best friends.  She loved her stuffed bear and would play with it for what seemed like hours.  She probably wore out at least a half dozen.  She would sit next to me in my chair as I watched TV.  When it was time for bed, I would say, "let's go sleepy, " and she would run to my bed.  Her two favorite spots to sleep were on the pillow next to my head, or just under the covers next to my chest.  She wiggled her way into our hearts and her passing will leave a hole that will be difficult to fill.  I know she is in a better place and that God has eased her suffering.  I know she is running and playing with her sisters, Cookie, Rachel and Shelly and is waiting for the time we meet again.  Thank you Muffin for the joy your short stay provided.

 

 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