Please Send a Hug to My Bridge Family Today...It is our 2nd- Year Bridge Anniversay today

Please stop by and leave a hug or note for our mom today. All 5 of us (my whole family) went to the Bridge 2 years ago. Mom misses us, but we are fine here.

Mom found a poem that describes PURRFECTLY the feeling I had when my little kitten soul left my body and traveled in the TWINKLE OF AN EYE through the atmosphere to GOD.

HIGH FLIGHT
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings,
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds- and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager fur through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my paw and touched the face of God.

-Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr., R.C.A.F.

(some minor changes made to poem to fit me!)

Hope for getting through Grief

I have been flying around talking to grieving families whose cherished kitties have gone to the Bridge. So many of our humans left behind are stuck in their grief and can't seem to get through it,(our mom included.)

Our mom found a very interesting quote about grief. Here it is.

"Grief will either be a coffin or a cocoon, the coffin epitaph will read: died at thirty, buried at seventy. But if it's a cocoon, someday a new creation will emerge, far more beautiful than any broken person ever dreamed of becoming."

-author unknown.

I hope it will turn into a cocoon for our mom, and for all the other grieving families out there who just don't know how to go on.

Our One Year Anniversary of Crossing the Bridge

Today is me and my 4 sibling's one year anniversary of crossing over to the Bridge. Although we were treated as worthless rags to be tossed aside here on earth by the shelter, we are now five priceless treasure's in heaven, where we are finally safe with God.

We were loved and nurtured here by our foster mom, and I remember all five of us sitting on the windowsill, with the window open, in the sun, drinking it up, and napping in it. On the other side of the window screen was a fountain, and we would listen to the water, and lay in the sunshine.

When mom came into our nursery with a plate of food, there would be a mad rush for it, each of us climbing over each other, and walking in our food and wearing it...but don't worry, most of it made it into our little mouths as fast as possible.

We were so curious about what was outside of our nursery door, (5 other cats!!) that we would stick our paws under the door, and try to play with Sterling, or Sasha, or one of the other kitties.

Mom would try to tucker us out after our midnight feeding by playing with us but trying to tucker out 5 kittens ended up tuckering her out!

Mom misses us terribly, and was going to formally adopt us the day after she took us back and find homes for us on her own, but we had already been killed...

But now each of us is a guardian angel for our 5 brothers and sisters still here on earth. I am Sterling's guardian angel, Moonshadow is Natalie's, Luna is Celyons, Nova is Jaspers', and Virgo is Sasha's.

WE ARE FAMILY!

Well, mom finally put up all my brothers and sister's pages and we are all now on Catster! We all joined the "Over the Rainbow" group, and "Guardian Angel Cats" group, and "Memorials for Our Pets" group...and mom feels so much better about our horrible end...since she has made us all ONE FAMILY on Catster. Now we have a purpose and look forward to looking after kitties still here on earth. We are so happy to be guardian angel kitties! I am watching over sweet Oreo, and my brother Moonshadow is watching over Adam Dylan. We feel very close to them, and feel honored to share in their lives.

Mom calls us the "Second Hand Chair Angel Kittens". WE ARE FAMILY!

It's Almost Time

Me and my 4 siblings were killed in the shelter mom was fostering us for back in October of 2009. Mom keeps wanting to do a page on Catster for each of us, but it has been too hard for her. Every time she thinks she is ready to make my brother and sisters pages, once she starts looking at the pictures she took of them, she starts crying again and can't do it. She finally was able to take out of the closet the sheet that the 5 of us came home on.

We were just a gray lump, all stuck together...the 5 of us, laying in a wire cage with no food or water, on a dirty sheet, in the intake room at the shelter. It was hard to tell how many of us there were.

Mom took us home, dirty sheet and all. She washed the sheet and put it away. But after we were killed, every time she saw it in the closet, she would cry again. Well...mom has taken the sheet out and is sleeping under it now! Mom feels like it will be soon that she will be able to do my brother and sister pages! Yay! Then there will be 4 more Bridge babies in our family on Catster!

Mom had been reading alot of grief recovery books since our death, but the one that finally helped her enough to go on was "Cold Noses at the Pearly Gates: A Book of Hope For Those Who Have Lost a Pet". That book finally helped mom enough to get our sheet out of the closet and hug it. Mom truly believes that us kitties have eternal lives and will be waiting for her once she crosses over to the other side. And that we are with God now, safe and as happy as could be. And (hard to believe!) that God loves us and cares for us even MORE than Mom did!

This has comforted mom alot since she felt horribly guilty that she took us back to the shelter. That she didn't protect us...that she sent us to our slaughter...that in her most horrible nightmare she couldn't imagine ANYONE killing 5 innocent, sweet, pure, 8 week old orphan kittens! That the shelter killed her 5 babies that she had bottle fed...

Please purr that mom will be able to start my brother and sisters pages soon!