When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me, I wish so much you wouldn’t cry, though I know your heart aches so, Remember, it was for the best, It was my time to go.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you, and every time you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too. When tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart, for every time you think of me, I’m right there in your heart.
Thank you Smudge, for letting me in to your life. I hope that during the short time we were together, you felt happy, safe and loved. You appeared at my door a poorly, lost, abandoned soul, with your eyes saying “help me”. I took you in and fed and cared for you, knowing all the while, it was only a matter of time before you would have to leave me. You never asked for much, just somewhere to rest your frail little body after a satisfying meal, and you loved to feel the Sun on your back. Occasionally, you liked a cuddle, but seemed contented just to know I was close by. Now sadly, despite your resiliance, you’ve gone to meet my other furry friends, who I know will take good care of you, until we all meet again. Tell them, I miss them all and know they are still here with me in spirit. I take solace in knowing that you are no longer suffering, but will miss your face looking up at me from the chair asking? ‘is it meal time yet’. Take care little ‘Smudgens’ till we meet again.
Goodbye, Scarlett and Channy.
Two dearly loved companions,
You will remain forever in my heart.
This is for my neighbour Mrs Stella Poole who, sadly, lost her pet Budgie Joey tonight. Stella knows nothing about computers, being in her 80’s, so I am leaving this tribute on her behalf. Joey was her companion for the last 5 years, and a more talkative Budgie I have yet to meet. He was always so full of life and used to chat away endlessly. He always brought a smile to my face as, when I visited Stella, he would always join in the conversation and would throw his toys around to get attention. He was a very clever little chap and had beautiful markings, as can be seen in the picture. Even though he wasn’t my pet, I shall miss him terribly and know Stella will miss him even more. I have the sad task of burying Joey tomorrow, but will take comfort from knowing he is flying free now, with all his feathered friends. I hope he doesn’t annoy them too much with his chatter and God will keep him safe. I personally would like to thank Joey for all the pleasure and joy he brought me,
in this sad world of today.