Our lives on earth as Brandy & the kitties

WITH ANGELS THEY PLAY ....poem

WITH ANGELS THEY PLAY


They haven't really been taken away. They have only gone with the Angels to play. They have been given wings with which to fly. All their troubles have passed them by. Their life in heaven now must start. But we'll hold their memory in our hearts. Nothing about them will be forgotten. But now they sleep on billowy clouds of cotton.

**Author Unknown**