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.
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.