February 18th 2008 10:56 pm
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Tonite Mimi received an especially thoughtful post from another who knows great loss and suffering, especially when it concerns our tiniest and most innocent beings...Our Pets. She was prompted to recall where it was she learned the language of sorrow and consolation....she thinks it comes from us....she believes we are angels, pure and without sin...the only beings in whom God has entrusted the message of uncondiional love.
So it was that she sat down to write this poem that heartbreaking day in June 1998 when I closed my eyes for the last time.

"I had a tiny box, a precious box
Of human love--my spikenard of great price;
I kept it close within my heart of hearts,
And scarce would lift the lid lest it should waste
Its perfume on the air. One day a strange
Deep sorrow came with crushing weight and fell
Upon my costly treasure, sweet and rare,
And brake the box to atoms. All my heart
Rose in dismay and sorrow at this waste;
But, as I mourned, behold a miracle
Of grace divine. My human love was changed
To Heaven's own, and poured in healing streams
On other broken hearts, while soft and clear
A voice from above me whispered, "Child of Mine,
With comfort, wherewith thou are comforted,
From this time forth, go comfort others,
And thou shalt know blest fellowship with Me,
Whose broken heart of love hath healed the world."
~Selected~
from Streams In The Desert, Vol.5

Meggy's Permanent Memorial Site is the Dachshund Memorial Garden
http://home.it.net.au/~opalow/98.html#meggy
and at
In Memory of Pets
http://www.in-memory-of-pets.com/personaltribute.php?I D=40709
http://www.in-memory-of-pets.com/personalcandle.php ?ID=42803