1999 Tributes

Q thru Quixote

my friend Pam made a beautiful page

www.nunnie.com/carole-1.html

Fly.
(Jean-Jacques Goldman, Phil Galdston)

Fly, fly little wing  
Fly beyond imagining  
The softest cloud, the whitest dove  
Upon the wind of heaven's love  
Past the planets and the stars  
Leave this lonely world of ours  
Escape the sorrow and the pain  
And fly again

Fly, fly precious one  
Your endless journey has begun  
Take your gentle happiness  
Far too beautiful for this  
Cross over to the other shore  
There is peace forevermore  
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet  
Until we meet

Fly, fly do not fear  
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear  
Your heart is pure, your soul is free  
Be on your way, don't wait for me  
Above the universe you'll climb  
On beyond the hands of time  
The moon will rise, the sun will set  
But I won't forget

Fly, fly little wing  
Fly where only angels sing  
Fly away, the time is right  
Go now, find the light

carole

Quaker was my first long term pet. He will be remembered as my greeter at the door no matter at what hour. He woke when I did and slept when I did- I will miss his noises and phrases that he spoke and even the poops he took on me. You will be replaced but only in body, not in the mind- goodbye my friend.........til the rainbow bridge!

Stan Tax

During the short time that you were with us you brought us great joy. We will miss your sweet little quack in the early morn. You are a part of our family and will be missed by all. We love you and miss you deeply. You will always be in our hearts, minds and prayers.

Daddy, Mommy, Pammy, Webster and Shadow

Quackers was a gentle white as fresh fallen snow duckling. Quackers we will miss you! I remember the last time I saw him it was yesterday I was laughing and chasing him and his sister around in their little kiddy pool. Their adopted mother Webster was eating and I was trying to get them out so they could eat too. Well they were quacking their little heads off. The next morning on my way out the door to school the babies quacked but I didn't even think I would never see Quackers again. I came home real cross from a encounter with a peer and my mother said "I have some bad news". She told me how my duck died he choked on grain eating it so fast. Well I cried, and cried and then my step dad told me of a place called Rainbow Bridge where pets wait on the other end in heaven for their masters. We will never forget you Quackers! See you on Rainbow Bridge!

Love always, Pam

Quannah, I loved you dearly little girl and your in my heart forever. I'll never forget you. See you at rainbow bridge.

Vicki Miller

Oh some one please listen I carry so much guilt, she was blind and had Alzheimer's, I had put her out to go potty, the telephone rang and I was distracted, when she was let outside I always stayed by her side, but this time I was distracted by the phone. We have a pond, please forgive me Queenie, she fell in by the time I found her it was too late! Please please forgive me I loved her so, how do I deal, when truly it was my fault. Mommy misses you w/all my heart, please forgive me. Love mommy

To Qui Quay our friend and family member, I hope you are safe and happy where you are. we knew you only a short time but we love you and want you to know that we are always here should you ever need us. Vader misses you, we all do. Thank you Qui Quay, for your love and warmth. There is more to a mouse than meets the eye. God Bless you little one.

Jennifer, Mark, and A.J. MacDonald

Sixteen years ago, this abandoned young cat, found her way to my parent's acreage . Something about this one caught my Mother's heart, and she called me to consider taking this gentle creature into our "newlywed home". The first time I looked into those trusting green eyes, I knew we needed one another. The Vet's estimated age, put it in the month we were married so she was always thought of as our "wedding cat". She was a perfect example of unconditional love, giving it freely and liberally. She and I were especially bonded and she'd never let me out of her sight, thus shirking the usual feline independence. We never had any children so Quixote was the focus of most of our attention (not to extreme, mind you). I lost my Mum to Alzheimer's a few months ago, but even when Mum was lost in her own reality she'd respond to that nuzzling pink nose. I find such bittersweet irony in the death of my beloved cat on Mother's Day, also my birthday... as if I was sending her back to be with Mum, who gave me life, and who gave Quixote a life with me 
I love you, Quixote. I miss you sooooo much. The house is empty without you.  
Wait for me at Rainbow Bridge, my sweet companion.

Diane