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Thinking Of You Buddy
Thinking of you today my dearest friend & thanking God to
have had the pleasure of having you in my life. It was three years
ago that I had to see you off on your journey to Rainbow Bridge.
I love & miss you sweetheart and think of you daily.Rest easy
baby until we meet again.
I ONLY WANTED YOU
They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.
Author unknown
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More hugs for you. So sorry for your loss.
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Oh, such a beautiful poem! I know how you feel...Bandit's death anniversary hits me hard every year!!:( ((hugs)) to you, and I know you're in a wonderful, peaceful place now Buddy!
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Buddy, I know you are your mom's angel. We miss you too.
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{{HUGS LIZ}}
I know Buddy is happily looking down on you.
We all miss him so much.
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:( ((((hugs)))) He was beautiful!
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A big HUG to you, dear Liz. Thinking of you and your beautiful boy, Buddy.
Love, Sandra
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We miss you too, Buddy. Keep you tail up, sweet boy.
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I know that Buddy will be watching over you and loving you! You two will meet again at the RB, until then, play hard Buddy!
Steph and Jes
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Forgive me Liz, for seeing this so late, but I think of Buddy always especially when I see your name in a post. We've known each other a long time on PT. I know he's with you always.
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Dear Buddy, it's me again baby. I can't believe it's been four years since
you were sent on the way to Rainbow Bridge. I wanted you to know how
much you are missed ,how much you are still loved.
YOU WERE HERE
As I sit in those moments of quiet,
When sadness invades me,
I know that yesterday,
You were here.
Now you are away from us,
Not knowing your future,
Or when you'll come home, but yesterday,
You were here.
It has now been a week,
A week since you last were in the house,
An entire week since we carried you away,
To the place where we did not know your future,
But just last week,
You were here.
Another day passes;
a week ago, you were still with us,
In daily reports from the clinic,
They did not know your future,
But we could still hope, and,
You were here.
More days pass,;
A week ago you left us,
Your head cradled in our hands,
Your spirit gracefully moving upward,
But for a few hours of that day,
You were here.
Sadness invades again,
As I know that once those hours pass,
I can no longer look back,
Over the span of a familiar week's time,
To find that comforting point when,
You were here.
More time will pass;
Sadness will not so much invade as menace,
And I will mark the days,
Saying things like,
"last month, last summer, last Halloween, last year,"
You were here.
I dread that day,
One year from now,
That first marking of the time,
That your body was no longer with us;
Though we will never forget you,
Your tangible memory fades,
The feel of your fur, your head, your back, your weight against us,
The smell and sounds of you when,
You were here.
The emptiness is beginning to fade,
To change into another reality,
One with you still playing a part,
But a role of ethereal presence rather than physical comfort we crave;
Your memory, your spirit, your essence and counsel,
Dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same as when,
You were here.
Author: Jenine Stanley
Copyright (c) Jenine Stanley, 1999
