Azrael, My Princess is passing away today!

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So my sister and brother have always been die hard rescue cat people.

A few decades ago my sister was cruising through the pound looking at cats and this one long haired white kitty climbed up her pants and up her sweater, and wrapped her arms around her neck and refused to let go!

My sister said, well I guess that settles that! Gwenny was the sweetest thing ever. Was always interested in people and their activities and wanted to be involved. If you wadded up a wrapper in a ball and threw it she would fetch it.

All our past pets are like invisible badges of honor. If my family had ribbons for each one we would look like 4 star Generals.

If not for us, these poor creatures might have been put down or adopted by a by a poor excuse of a pet owner.

We saved them ands gave them a glorious life.

Losing a pet is like losing a family member as you know. It leaves a huge hole in your life.

The only cure we have discovered is getting back on the horse and getting another one.

When you can handle it, get back on that horse and start looking around. Surely there is a cute baby that deserves your help somewhere.

Here is one of a my ribbons named Daisy -



She was best friends and companion to my German Sheppard named Heidi.

Here is a Sheltie named Tasha who was the spittin image of Lassie and sharp as a tack in her Red Riding Hood outfit carrying her Easter basket.



And finally here is Phoebe who we lost last year due to old age -



Who was best friends with Lola and they loved to sunbathe together in the back yard -





So thats my advice my friend. When you have grieved enough, keep an eye out and start looking around!