....and another precious furbaby has crossed the Bridge. It seems lately that too many have left us.
Sandra, I'm struggling for the right words to say at this difficult time. I share your pain and I wish I could wave a magic wand and take it all away. Mr. B was so very lucky to have a loving Meowmie like you. He died in your loving arms....just the way he wanted it. Now, God has his arms wrapped around the RB and Mr. B.....just the way He wants it.
RIP Mr. B. Speckles will be there to greet you and show you around. When you get settled in, please send some soft purrs to your Meowmie so she knows you are OK.
{{{hugs}}} Sandra.
xoxo
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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