The only good thing about reading these sad, heartbreaking posts of little furry ones who have passed and moved on to the next life is it makes me think about my cats and I usually in my mind say "where's my Sylvester, where's my little Boo Boo?" and I go and either pick him up or pet him or we play string toys. And I also pay all of the others mind too, so there at least is some good side to it.
But it is so so sad, and some of the stories lately are so heart wrenching, but they are all fine now, just fine, all playing and eating and sleeping at the Bridge, patiently waiting for one day to see us, all of mine who have gone, and Lucy and Artie and Burt and Mickey and all of the other ones that I read about on here, ones that still pain their owners hearts, but who are all just fine now.
But it is so so sad, and some of the stories lately are so heart wrenching, but they are all fine now, just fine, all playing and eating and sleeping at the Bridge, patiently waiting for one day to see us, all of mine who have gone, and Lucy and Artie and Burt and Mickey and all of the other ones that I read about on here, ones that still pain their owners hearts, but who are all just fine now.