In Loving Memory of Bug, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on September 29th, 2001
She is and will be greatly missed by Jill and her Auntie Kat and all her Aunties on the Indoor-Only Cats board!

I am by no means an author, but I had to write something for my true friend Jill and her lovely Lady Bug! It's from the heart chickie!

One night she had a dream… In the dream was the beautiful kitty she recently said goodbye to. She walked up to the kitty and tried to pick her up, but the kitty kept running away. She kept calling her kitty’s name, but to no avail. She ran after the kitty for what seemed like miles. When she could run no more, she fell to her knees and screamed “Why? Oh God, why have you done this to me? I loved her with all my heart and soul and now she is gone…Why?”

She lay totally still and closed her eyes. Soon she felt a wet nose brush against her cheek. Opening her eyes, she stared right into the kitty’s beautiful green eyes. She reached up to pet the kitty and heard the familiar purring sound that she had known for many years. “Oh I love you! Why did you leave me?” And then the weirdest thing happened… Kitty began to move its mouth as if trying to talk. She listened really hard and began to make out faint words flowing from the kitty’s lips. “I love you too and for many years you were my world. Now it is time for me to move on to that other great world in the sky. I think they call it the Rainbow Bridge. I wish you could come with me, but you can’t. The only possible way is if you left the world as I did.” The woman petted the kitty as she considered this and the kitty began to growl at her…. In amazement she saw the kitty again moving its lips. “No, you must not do that. It is not your time. You haven’t been called. I promise I will wait for you at the other side of that bridge and when your time comes, I will leap into your arms and we will be together again. Please do not grieve for me. I cannot bear to think of you so upset.”

The woman suddenly awoke and realized that she was all alone in a dark room. Immediately she began to cry. “It was just that it was so real…” She rolled over to turn the light on. As she lay back down she noticed that the spot directly next to her was very warm and there was cat hair all over her night shirt…

Your little Lady Bug will always be with you Jill, just as I hope this story will stay in your heart and you will remember that it is a true story. Bug comes to you every nite, you just don’t hear her. She is waiting for you and will always wait…

A co-worker and friend of mine, named Lisa Durham, wrote this poem especially for you Jill! She is very good at poems and she writes much better than I, so I asked her if she could come up with something! She is a huge cat and animal lover, so she did! Enjoy!

Your Broken Clock...

Time waits for no one
As it marches quickly by
It seems to show no mercy
Time to live, time to die
Time is but a measure
It’s placed between each day
But when we lose a loved one
It seems time slipped away
Where did all the time go?
It seemed to go so fast
The time spent with our loved one
Is now the time gone past
A memory is a broken clock
Where time is completely still
We can cherish every second
Time is at our will
After a loved one leaves our world
They are never far away
Just hold onto your broken clock
And they’re with you every day

This was a story that Jill sent to me days after Bug's passing. It is a very good story and I feel it is a purrfect tribute to Bug! So on this page it will stay...forever etched in our minds, reminding us of how precious our furbabies are!

The Journey
Crystal Ward Kent

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey - a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also tests your strength and courage. If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.

Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures - jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.

Your pace may be slower - except when heading home to the food dish – but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details – the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig.

Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.

Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen. (How bizarre they are! [How many kinds there are!), or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewy toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie - with a cat in hot pursuit - all in the name of love. Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.

You will learn the true measure of love - the steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together." Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race. And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.

If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be not just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be - the one they were proud to call beloved friend. I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet's time on earth is too short - especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for a while, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.

The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead - young and whole once more. "Godspeed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.