An Easter Angelversary For Me Options

[Furkidlets' Mom]

My Most Beloved Niski-Pie,

It's Easter Sunday, but there is no celebration in our house, is there, Hon-Bun?.....this house that just isn't a home anymore, without you. There's no meatless Easter dinner feast, no hint of the idea of resurrection. Not for your Mom, Sweetie. No, Mom just sits here with a heart so badly broken and worn out from all the tears, yet one that faithfully always remembers her darling girl on each and every one of her 'special' days.....and as always, I'm the only one who does, eh, Sweetie?

As if another Easter without you wasn't bad enough, it's also your 19th Month Angelversary, isn't it, my darling gal-pal? And I guess I don't have to tell you what takes precedence in my mind, cuz you're my girl, and you knew me and my heart as thoroughly as if you'd existed all of your close to 20 years here right inside of me. And knowing what I know now about all things energetic, I guess you really did - after all, Pee-Pop, you and I know darn well our energies actually melded, right?.....one entrained right into the other. But I wish I could feel that again RIGHT NOW, in exactly the same way, just like "old times."

And speaking of "old times", is it YOU who's been sending me these old songs in my head? I woke up with one of them this morning, you know......incessantly repeating itself, over and over......until I had to look it up. Yes, Sweetie, it fits my mood today, and every day since you've been 'gone.' So, my girl-of-all-girls, my Daughter Forever, these are for you, on this, another Sadiversary, with Mommy missing you more than ever.....I LOVE you, my gal....always did, still do, and always will.......

"I'll Be Seeing You"

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through

In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut tree
The wishing well

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and g®ay
I'll always think of you that way

I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you......my Little Moonbeam Girl.

I'll Be Seeing You (New York Voices)

And one more for you....one of the other oldies I used to softly sing the chorus of in your ear (and your brother's) some nights.....oh, how I wish I could feel this way again.......
Counting Your Blessings (Amy Grant with Cece Winans) There was never a bigger blessing in my life than you, my Darling Nissa-Girl.....

[Jon730]

I've been working on that whole China thing, too, as well as other issues, both locally and abroad.

A few years ago there were stories about people buying Cat Dolls...stuffed little toy animals. People's cats were licking them, etc. They were made from Cat Fur. Some cat owners gave them funerals on learning this.
I have been in the Internet since UNIX command lines, and know it is a big world out there, and try my best not to be judgemental about other cultures and societies. But it's hard, it's hard.

Horrid, too, is your story about Minka and that highly-disturbed kid and his fools of parents!! ...POOR little Minka!! I DO hope he/she recovered okay???

Minka was spoiled rotten, got fat and lived a fine life to Age 23. .. Possiby a longer one than that sadistic #!%*^@! did. One can hope.

I STILL can't understand taking the anger out on animals, of ALL beings. They're very often the only ones who can save us from ourselves and others. .. For me, there would have been almost NO love, if not for my birds and the wild creatures around me during my childhood.

My final 'lesson' here will be whether or not I can ever come to love any PEOPLE as much as I do animals.....so far, it's not looking too auspicious that way.

They start with animals because the animals cannot talk. It is the ultimate cowardice. I read things in the paper, of punks burning animals. Were I to observe it, I know I would be in prison. I would flash back to the attacks on Minka, ask myself "Where were YOU? What did you do to stop it?" <<Rest deleted because of Large-Caliber comments.>>

I was thinking today that some of my closest friendships have been with animals. the friendships are pure. There are few games or motives. (Well, with CATS, one is never sure..."Love ME, or the Food Bowl?", sometimes!)

I have been blessed with good friends and a lot of love in my life. It is a significant comment that many of them have been "Dumb Animals", and concluded that 99% of the 8 billion humans are not worth knowing, and one good reason is your childhood and mine.
Another is even the most superficial study of History.
My father was in Europe in WWII. He saw the Camps.

In one sense I dread going to the Shelter to "Conduct Interviews", because I will feel guilty for the ones I cannot "hire". I will always wonder what has happened to the others. My wife and I were at a concourse a couple of years ago. She wins trophies with her "Big White Coventry Cat". At the place was also a cat show going on, and of course we stopped in. I saw a depressed, broken hearted little Calico with her head down. We had a full cat complement and could not rescue her, and the memory gives me no peace. So I dread the shelter. But I cannot be one of those people in the paper who live in squalor with 250 cats-That's wrong.