After a long time fighting congestive heart disease, our little Tess left for Rainbow Bridge in heaven. 
                          An in-house euthanasia vet. came to our house to help her begin her journey. She died quietly and peacefully. 
                          Tess filled our arms, and she filled our hearts. We miss her so much. 
                            
                            
                          
                             
                               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  | 
                             
                           
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