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In her youth Whitney was a ball player. She did not like being seperated from her tennis ball.
Miss personality needed her family and they needed her to make the family complete.

Whitney was almost 17 years old. She had been loved and cared for for 15 years by her family of Mom, Dad and canine and feline sisters and brothers.
It was time to let our precious girl go to join Amber at the bridge. Her friend Olivia is there now too and Cuddles.



 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