| Location | Auckland |
| Age | 2 years |
| Date of Birth | 26/04/1975 |
| Date of Death | 12/07/1977 |
| Visitors | 567 since 28/03/2009 |
| Creator |
Yes. The name is somewhat unorthodox. To say the very least!
We got Mao Tse Tung when he was a kitten from a fervent Communist, who was doing rather well in the
Capitalist system as a General Practitioner!
Mao was a very beautiful fluffy tabby cat with striking green eyes. Very friendly, sociable and
loving.
Very sadly, Mao choked on a fur ball, and died. I can still remember to this day his anguished cries
as he struggled to breath. It was fairly horrific, and my first face to face encounter with death.
So very sad. Remember being in tears for months afterwards, especially witnessing that as a child,
and even then, an avid Animal Lover.
I know Mao is at Peace now and Happy at Rainbow's Bridge, playing with the rest of his Family and
Friends.
Bless you, Mao. You were such a beautiful Cat, and died so young, in such sorrowful circumstances.
Until we meet again...
Love you.xxx
P.S. Thank you to all those who have left Tributes and/or lit Candles.
It is much appreciated.
xxx
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Summerlands
Just the other side of death's curtain are the Summerlands. All the pets who have died go through this curtain and though they can still watch us, we can't see them. Sometimes the curtain is thin in places and we catch a glimpse of our lost companion waiting on the other side. Sometimes the curtain twitches as they look through at us and we can feel them or feel a sudden draft as the curtain falls back into place. The Summerlands exist in the long, lazy late afternoons of an eternal golden summer of remembered childhood; the time when everything seems most alive and sweetest smelling. Our animals are young again and turned to perfect health. There is always space and time to play and love, places to be with others and places to be alone together. When our time comes, the curtain is lifted from our eyes and we can see the Summerlands ourselves. Waiting there for us are the animals and people we loved in life and we can see them clearly at last. The time has come for us to move away from the curtain and renew these interrupted friendships. Sometimes we can't help but take a peek through the curtain just to see how our own loved ones are doing before they come to join us.
Author Unknown
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I Thought of You Today.
I woke early this morning, lifted the shade
to a sky overcast and gray.
No ray of sun to brighten my heart,
and I thought of you today.
The breezes of summer are no more
and have moved along on their way.
The crisp air of autumn has settled in,
and I thought of you today.
The crunch of the leaves under my feet,
I remembered how you loved to play,
chasing the leaves across the yard,
and I thought of you today.
As the daylight faded into dusk
and the shadows came to play,
I lit a candle and watched the flame dance,
and I thought of you today.
I crawled into bed, turned out the lamp
and glanced where you used to lay.
The tears came again, as they always do,
as I thought of you today.
(Author Unknown)
~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Magic Of A Rainbow
I'll never see a rainbow
That I won't think of you;
Though days seem bleak and dreary
The sun is shining through.
A symbol of God's love fulfilled
In beauty, hope and grace;
A rainbow is a mirror
Reflecting His own face.
It arches o'er the mountains
With Heaven its domain;
Its brilliant colors wakened by
The grayness and the rain.
Now may I see the rainbows sent
To ease my broken heart,
Promising His healing love,
Shine through when teardrops start.
Miraculous, magical rainbows,
Blessing the sadness with peace;
God gently smiling and touching,
Bidding the sadness cease.
(Peggy Kociscin)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Where Peace Flows Like a River.
Together we will journey
To that land up in the sky
Where the flame does burn eternal
And the soul does never die.
Where the harps are gently playing
As a host of angels sing
Where the road is paved with diamonds
And the golden bells do ring.
Where the path is set before us
Shining brightly as the sun
We will see the face of Jesus
When our final race is run.
Where the peace flows like a river
Winding through the streets of gold
We will dine with priests and prophets
When the key to life, we hold.
Where the flame does burn eternal
In that sacred Promised Land
Where God holds the gift of freedom
In the cleft of His right hand.
Where we'll see the face of loved ones
Long before us, gone away
What a day of sweet rejoicing
When we meet again someday.
Where we'll gather at the river
In our home up in the sky
Where the peace flows like a fountain
And the soul does never die.
Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson
� 2004
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♥ From Water Bug to Dragonfly ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The bottom of the pond is muddy and dark
There is fear of the unknown
There is loneliness as things change
There is the desperation of being left behind
Not knowing, not understanding
Watching and waiting
Then the journey comes
Up the stem
What waits beyond?
Sunlight
Freedom
Dancing together in joy with those who went before
And who will come after.
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Prayer of Faith.
We trust that beyond absence there is a presence.
That beyond the pain there can be healing.
That beyond the brokenness there can be wholeness.
That beyond the anger there may be peace.
That beyond the hurting there may be forgiveness.
That beyond the silence there may be the word.
That beyond the word there may be understanding.
That through understanding there is love.
Anon
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♥ People say we'll meet again ♥
♥ And yes I know that's true ♥
♥ But I wish it didn't have to be this way ♥
♥ Because you know how much I miss you ♥
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♥ REMEMBERING ♥ (Author Unknown) ♥
♥ There will come a day
♥ when your tears of sorrow
♥ will softly flow into tears of remembrance...
♥ and your heart will begin to heal itself...
♥ and grieving will be interrupted by episodes of joy...
♥ and you will hear the whisper of hope.
♥ There will come a day
♥ when you will welcome the tears of remembrance...
♥ as a sunshower of the soul...
♥ a turning of the tide...
♥ a promise of peace.
♥ There will come a day when you will...
♥ risk loving...
♥ go on believing...
♥ and treasure the tears of remembering.
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*** Love to you and your Angel from Mel. ***
♥ Only we who grieve ♥
♥ Tis only we who grieve
♥ They do not leave
♥ They are not gone
♥ They look upon us still
♥ They walk among the valleys now
♥ They stride upon the hill
♥ Their smile is in the summer sky
♥ Their grace is in the breeze
♥ Their memories whisper in the grass
♥ Their calm is in the trees
♥ Their light is in the winter snow
♥ Their tears are in the rain
♥ Their merriment runs in the brook
♥ Their laughter in the lane
♥ Their gentleness is in the flowers
♥ They sigh in autumn leaves
♥ They do not leave
♥ They are not gone
♥ tis only we who grieve.
♥ Author unknown ♥
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