“You call this archaeology?” [Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade]
“You call it luck. I call it destiny.” [The Man Who Would Be King]
“I take the good with the bad. I can’t love people in slices.” [First Knight]
“No thinking—that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is…to write, not to think!” [Finding Forrester]
“May God grant us the wisdom to discover right, the will to choose it, and the strength to make it endure.” [King Arthur]
Three week ago,
Shaye, my 8-year old daughter
bought herself a blue budgie and a bird cage.
And she calls her Ebi
(named after her favorite Japanese food, Ebi Sushi).
Ebi is the sweetest little thing.
You know what they say about pets and their owners being so alike.
Well, Ebi was just like Shaye – cheerful, noisy and messy.
When we’re around she’s the most obedient sweet little creature.
This morning , when we woke up we were shocked to find Ebi’s lifeless body,
her head stuck in between the bars.
Perhaps she got curious, stuck her head in between the bars,
panicked and broke her neck.
Just two days ago, I was playing with Ebi and
noticed the bar spacing at the bottom corner of the cage was a bit too wide.
But I did not give it much thought nor did I mention it to hubby.
I believe if I had said something about the wide spacing,
he would have done something cos he’s Mr Fix-It.
Again, I had ignored the inner voice hinting that something is wrong.
It’s a painful and unfortunate incident and a lesson of life and death for Shaye.
But I’m thankful for the joy Ebi brought and the time spent with her.
Oh, how she loved watching television with us in the room at night.
And a reminder that life is fragile and we must enjoy every moment.
Little by little we will let go of our loss but never of our love.
Fly free now, sweet Ebi!
We love you and you’ll be dearly missed.
“All you really have in the end are your stories.”
– Burt Reynolds [11.2.36 – 6.9.18]
“Barbecue may not be the road to world peace, but it’s a start.”
– Anthony Bourdain [25.6.56 – 8.6.18]
“Teach love, generosity, good manners and
some of that will drift from the classroom
to the home and who knows,
the children will be educating the parents.”
– Roger Moore [14.10.27 – 23.05.17]
You have a special place Dear Lord
that I know you’ll always keep
A special place reserved for dogs
when they quietly fall asleep
With large and airy kennels
and a yard for hiding bones
With maybe a little babbling creek
that chatters over stones.
With wide green fields and flowers
for those who never knew
about running freely under
Your sky of perfect blue.
Lord,I know You keep this Special Place
And so to you I Pray,
For one Special Rottweiler puppy
Who quietly died today
He was full of strength & love
and so very, very cute.
He is dearly missed my Lord
By a very good friend of mine.
He went to join his ancestors
To Your land that is Devine
So, speak to Zap softly please
And give him a warm hello.
He’s a Special gift to you Dear Lord
From Pat, Jan, Sydelle and Shaye, who loved him so.
Original poem by Jan Cooper 1994
Deep peace I breathe into you
Oh weariness here, O ache, here!
Deep peace, a soft white dove to you;
Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;
Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!
Deep peace, red wind of the east from you;
Deep peace, gray wind of the west to you;
Deep peace, dark wind of the north from you;
Deep peace, pure red of the flame to you;
Deep peace, pure white of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the living earth to you;
Deep peace, pure gray of the dew to you;
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you;
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet Earth to you,
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you,
Deep peace of the yellow shepherd to you,
Deep peace of the wandering shepherdess to you,
Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to You.
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to You.
Deep Peace, Deep Peace.
– Old Irish Blessing of Peace
Adopted when he was about 6 months old on 18/03/2004
Departed at approximately 7.30 pm on 02/10/2014
“Still can’t believe you’re gone. You were always vibrant and full of funny antics.
We miss you more than you ever know. Please say ‘Hi’ to Mylo for us.
RIP Monster. We love you always. You’ll be in our hearts forever.”
Goodbye (by John Quealy)
With heavy hearts; and a tear in our eyes
after all these years; we must say goodbye
Please understand; we’ve done all we could
if there was anything we could do; you know we would
I’m sitting right here; gently rub your ears
while I talk to you softly; trying to hold back the tears
The memories you gave us; we’ll never forget
especially the ones; of the day we all met
One last hug; and one last kiss
you have no idea; how much you’ll be missed
To look into your eyes; this one last time
you tell me it’s ok; you know it’s your time
Close your eyes now; and go to sleep
we’ll pray to the Lord; your soul he’ll keep
Go in peace now; our good friend
we’ll stay right here with you; until the end
Dream of that special day and time
when we’ll meet at the Bridge; and all will be fine
We’ll run and play; side by side
with a soft warm feeling; deep down inside
Your memory will live on; in each one of us
you’ll always be number 1; to all of us
Have a safe journey; through the night
I promise when you awake; you’ll be in God’s light
So with heavy hearts; and tears in our eyes
just for now my friend; we say goodbye