They will not go quietly, the cats who've shared our lives. In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survive. Old habits still make us think we hear a meow at the door. Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor. Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be, And, sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly. And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill, That one place in our hearts belongs to them.... and always will. ~ Linda Barnes ~
Never mind I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you too "Don't forget me," I begged "I'll remember," you said "Sometimes it lasts in love But sometimes it hurts instead." Sometimes it lasts in love But sometimes it hurts instead
Ahem.......................................congratulations Dawn cat you have created my fursona!! woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop well done yay!!
Never mind I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you too "Don't forget me," I begged "I'll remember," you said "Sometimes it lasts in love But sometimes it hurts instead." Sometimes it lasts in love But sometimes it hurts instead
They will not go quietly, the cats who've shared our lives. In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survive. Old habits still make us think we hear a meow at the door. Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor. Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be, And, sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly. And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill, That one place in our hearts belongs to them.... and always will. ~ Linda Barnes ~
hi ive got her name Namida Tori it means teardrop bird in japanese do you like it? i got help from fellow chickensmoothians
Never mind I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you too "Don't forget me," I begged "I'll remember," you said "Sometimes it lasts in love But sometimes it hurts instead." Sometimes it lasts in love But sometimes it hurts instead
They will not go quietly, the cats who've shared our lives. In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survive. Old habits still make us think we hear a meow at the door. Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor. Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be, And, sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly. And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill, That one place in our hearts belongs to them.... and always will. ~ Linda Barnes ~