We Will Meet Again Tomorrow

This body is not me, I am not caught in this body.
I am life without boundaries. I have never been born,
and I shall never die.
Look at the ocean and the sky filled with stars,
manifestations of my wondrous true mind.
Since before time, I have been free.
Birth and death are only doors through which we pass,
sacred thresholds on our journey.
Birth and death are just a game of hide and seek.
So laugh with me,
hold my hand,
let us say goodbye,
say goodbye, to meet again soon.
We meet today.
We will meet again tomorrow.
We will meet at the source at every moment.
We meet each other in all forms of life.

~ the Buddha~ from a sutra

1 Year

Well, my little Poni, a year ago today, you were lifted to heaven by the angels.
Are you still an angel? Running around and playing with all the other furangels? Especially Glory! It seems she would be a such a wonderful guardian for you - keeping you out of trouble -
watching over you, my little fiesty girl, as you run around
trying to boss around all the others; trying to make them
behave (to your liking).
Or have you started your journey to a new life, to continue on
until you find true peace and enlightenment?
Your soul is YOUR soul my little precious; so you do
what you need to do. If it is time for you to take another
life journey, then you do so. Do not wait on me. You
must find happiness and peace for yourself.
I will be ok. I do believe that someday, somewhere, we
will be together again, forever.

I want to thank you so much for the dream. You showed
me you are happy - and that is what truely matters.

I will love you always, my little Poni, and I thank you so much
for having shared your soul with mine.

I will carry the love you gave me in my heart forever and ever.

Peace to you my sweet Poni.
Namaste

How Sad

I am so very sad today. Early I started giving out those pretty smelling frebreeze collars to my pals and shortly after I started
I discovered that two of my pals have come to the Bridge.

I am so sorry for their pawrents. Both these familys have
gone through so much; loosing so much.

My heart breaks for them.

:((

Of course I do!

Yes, I do have a soul! How could I not?

I have a soul just as all other living beings do.

Homesick

"I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven." Louisa May Alcott

I visited momma

I visited momma in her dreams the
other night.
I was worried about her - she is so
sad and depressed about my
passing. So I wanted to let
her know that I was happy and
healthy and having fun.
I tried to show her how much I
like my *abstract angel* picture
she made of me too.
I don't want my momma to
keep blaming herself for my
death. It was a blessing to go
so quickly instead of lingering
with the pain of cancer.
Momma has been feeling
a little better since I came to
see her. She knows I am not
mad at her.
I will always love my momma.

A Camping Story

When I was about 1 year old, mom took me and Mr. Doolittle camping, on some property of hers in the woods of New Mexico.
Little prim and proper me; the princess doggie destined to be the QUEEN of the Castle! - well I just could not phantom what this *camping* stuff was
all about!
It was kinda neat when we first got there because there were lots of new sights and smells to check out! (I was kinda hoping I would round me up one of them bunny creatures!)
But then night came - and the temperature DROPPED! And when I say *dropped* I mean FELL HARD , like that gavel that always drops down on
W. E. Coyote's head in the cartoons!
So it got dark, and after some delicious grilled steak that Mr. Doolittle and I shared, mom said it was time for bed.
I thought we was going home, to sleep in mom's wonderfully cozy, WARM, SOFT bed!
But instead she marches into the *tent* and lays out two *sleeping bags*
(can you imagine - humans sleeping in BAGS??!!!)
Well, Mr Doolittle, who was about 3 years older than me, had been camping
before and knew the routine!
One of those sleeping bags was for me and him to curl up in! Can you image! A QUEEN - to sleep ON THE GROUND , IN A BAG??!!!!
She tried to make things nice and cozy for me and Mr. Doo and then
she got in her own bag, right next to us, and we all tried to go to sleep.
During the night I heard these doggies (though I could tell from the
sounds they made they were different than any *doggie* I ever met!)
howling and baying! I tried to run out the tent and check things out
but mom grapped me and said I would be a tasty morsel to them
and she zipped the tent up tight!
We all went to sleep.
The next morning, when mom woke up, she reached over to give us a
good-morning pet and discovered I was not in the sleeping bag with
Mr. Doo. That made her heart race a little! The first thing she thought
was that I got out of the tent during the night!
She started calling for me - then listening to see if she could hear me.
She didn't hear a thing and that really upset her!
Then she got all excited and started swearing a little, and then she started
to get out of her sleeping bag.
Well, all that noise and movement woke me up!!!!!!
That's when mom felt me move, down by her feet, INSIDE HER SLEEPING
BAG!!!!
See, the QUEEN was no fool! My little tootsies got a bit chilly during
the night! And I and Mr. Doolittle, friends that we were, never liked
curling up close to each other. So I decided to get up and move
over to mom's sleeping bag, and ever so gently, I crawled in with her,
and made my way all the way down into the sleeping bag until I was
curled up by her feet! (Which is an easy thing to do when you only
weigh 6 lbs!)
It was so nice and toasty in there!!!!!!!
That's where I slept every time we went camping after that!!!!!!
Yup, the QUEEN always got the warmest spot to sleep in when
we went camping - and that's how it's suppose to be for royalty!
Always the best for us!
Heehee!!!!!!

I'm sorry, my baby girl

OMD my little Poni, today Dr. Barchas blogged me that it
was probably the predisone that caused your seizures, just
like I expected, in the back of my mind.
My sweetie, will you ever forgive your mommie?
You always looked up to me and trusted me
everytime I took you to the vet. All those
operations you hated and I made you go
through.
Then I shove a pill down your throat and that
ends your life.
I don't blame the vets; it's me who didn't listen
to my instincts; it's me who gave you that second
pill.
I am sooooooooo very sorry, little girl.

Mommy

Mommy misses me so much.

I don't know how to stop her heart from aching ,
ease her pain, or stop her tears from falling.

I love you mommy.

Missing you baby girl

Hi Miss Poni - mom here.

I sure do miss you, little one! I miss rubbing your the top of your little head.
Remember how it tickled you when I did that?

I'm sorry I don't look at your page much any more. It just hurts me deep in my heart so much when I do. That's why I removed your brother's, Mr. Doo's page - because of all the sorrow I felt when I visited his page.

Now you're gone too. And the heart ache; the crying, the deep pain I feel in my heart; the emptyness is back, fresh, new, never-ending.

I love you baby girl.

Mom