Requiem For A Helluva Hamster

 

This morning, Pocket awoke and told me we needed to attend a swearing-in ceremony. I did not have any appointments, so I deduced it was a cat welcoming. After a lifetime of them bopping me on the nose and tormenting me by sitting on my deck and licking themselves, I, in the immortal world, have made my peace with and even befriended cats. I am not as close to them as Pocket is, but I have become more tolerant after becoming an Angel, so I got dressed and followed Pocket to the kitty welcoming center.

I don't know why knowing Pocket as I do that, I was surprised when we walked past the kitty center—she disclosures information like a spy being watered tortured: slowly and minimally.

I told her I thought we were going to see a cat, and she said we were going in place of cats, namely his friends Benni and Bobby.

"What did they lose? A horse?"

"A hamster."

"What?" I barked. "I am an important judge; I can't be seen at a hamster passing. What will the poodles think?"

Pocket seemed to pay a poodle's opinion no mind. She said that Honey the hamster was loved as a pet by her family and \\ deserved a proper greeting.

"They must have had the hamster a long time to be so saddened about his passing," I observed as we kept walking.

"She came into their home in the first week of January," Pocket said.

"Leas than two months?" I asked incredulously. "How attached can they have become to something so small who lived with them briefly?"

"Mommy was in love with us the first time she saw us," Pocket explained.

That's true, but I can only speak for myself. "Well, to be able to be loved in such a short amount of time, your friend must have been a helluva hamster."

We continued into small animal land, which made me nervous because they were skittering all over the place. It was very chaotic. We came to a spot where a judge hamster in a tiny black robe was swearing in the new angels.

Then Honey appeared, and all of her mom's pets who preceded her to the Bridge and the other hamsters cheered. Once Honey was sworn in, she was carried on the other hamsters' shoulders and celebrated for her grand achievement in making her family feel love in a short amount of time.

I had to admit; it was worth the trip:  Honey is a helluva hamster. 

Monday Question

 

Which Happy Potter House would you be sorted into. The choices are:

Gryffindor house is where you would find the pluckiest and most daring students \

Slytherin house members are most likely ambitious, shrewd and possibly destined for greatness. 

Ravenclaw house If you are looking for the brainiest students – you would find them in Ravenclaw

Hufflepuff house is where you will find the most trustworthy and hardworking students.

Sophie Makes Her FInal Journey Home

 

Sophie knew her time was near. Her heartbeats were expiring, and her breath had grown labored. She could not hide the symptoms from her Momma Lori, who took her to the vet. That is when Sophie made her last request as a mortal dog.

Sophie's favorite place was in bed next to her mom. If she had to transition to being an Angel, Sophie wished to feel her last heartbeat and draw her final breath in bed with her mom.

I approved her request. While the vet's office people were exceedingly kind to me as I transitioned, all dogs prefer to pass over in their own home, making organizations like Laps of Love that employ vets who come to your home to help pets pass over invaluable. But, like in my area, the services are unavailable, so I helped Sophie hide the severity of her symptoms from the vet, so her last mortal feelings were her mom next to her and the warm bed they shared.

An unfortunate side effect of Sophie's plan was that it gave her mom a false sense of security. If the vet had not put Sophie down, that must mean she was okay. That is why to her Sophie's passing was a shock.

For the little dog, her last moment was perfect. She was snuggled next to her mom, looking deeply into her eyes, taking in all the beauty heaven would allow when she felt her soul rise out of her body as she took her last breath.

Sophie could still hear her mom's sobs, but she had no chance of turning back than a toy on a conveyor belt. I waited with her friends and family, who had proceeded her on Hobo's Landing. As she rode Enzo'sEnzo's Escalator to where we stayed, she kept looking back, wanting to comfort her grieving mom.

It was more challenging than usual swearing-in as Sophie looked like she would go back, and it was hard to keep her attention. But we angels have sadly become quite good at helping suffering new angels who miss their mom. We teach them how to visit moms in dreams, which, even though the human psyche won't allow the humans to remember, will still leave traces of good feelings in their souls. Also, spring is arriving, and soon Sophie can take the form of birds and pretty insects to check on her mom. All is not hopeless for little Sophie, who can still snuggle with her mom in her dreams as she did on her first night.

For parents, the road from grief is lonely, and it is hard for humans to understand the concept of being in a better place and someday being reunited. Faith is something that lessens the more we need it. But Sophie says her priority as an Angel is to find her mom's faith and restore it because it will be the light that leads her from the darkness.

A Nature's Friday Post

 

 

 

Nature Friday host LLB Gang

 

 

 

: A lovely flower grows in the middle of Doggyspace Square. It has a thick green stem with a full purple and white bloom reaching for the sun. As remarkable as the flower is, its story is even more memorable.

It has been given a prominent spot at the Bridge to recognize the heroic work when it was mortal. Flowers are not known to be brave, but this one, called Peter, proved just how strong vegetation can be.

Man used to know how to live with nature, use its gift to build their homes, and then pay it back by tending to the land and enriching it. Then man needed to expand its living space, and to do so, they bulldozed the ground, taking out majestic trees and forcing critters to be homeless. At the Bridge, we could hear the land scream in mourning.

There was one such development being built in Connecticut. The men came with their bulldozers to destroy the peaceful land, which held dozens of different land creatures and even more birds.

Then, as the bulldozers began to destroy the land, Peter popped his head out of the soil. The driver was surprised to see the exotic flower, not something grown in these parts, blocking his path. The supervisor yelled at him to keep going, but he refused. They were not supposed to destroy anything rare. It was time to call the supervisors.

The site manager did not want to wait for the tree huggers to tell him he could not complete his work. He bent down to remover Peter, and the flower went back into the soil. Satisfied, he told his men to get back to work, then turned around to see three more Peters growing as his feet.  

Frustrated, he began kicking at them, trying to unroot Peter from the soil, which he did successfully, and when he turned triumphantly to show his men the dead flowers, he saw between them a field of Peter's head popped up and somehow seemed to be mocking him.

The regulators appeared, and they could not identify the kind of flowers of the sort Peter was, then announced that all work on the site would cease until they could. Now, there are no preventing men from taking the land they want because, in time, flowers die, but for one brief summer, Peter's resistance gave the other woodland creatures a new place to call home and the trees to replant themselves elsewhere.

Sometimes, no matter how delicate something is or the odds against survival, you need to stand up, and hopefully, you can change your world. 

Poetic Thursday

 

    Two SPOILED CATS,

Angel Sammy and Teddy provided this photo as inspiratoin for the blog

I walked down the dark and damp hallway

"Please let there be an exit" I pray

I took my phone and found no bars

Without my little computer I was scared I wouldn't make it far

I turned on the light and shone it ahead

With each step my heart filled with dread.

Then in the distance I saw a light

I was filled with hope, no time for fright

As I came closer the form looked familiar

Walking past the wet stone pillars

It too had a phone showing it the way

Together we could find how to get away

As I held the phone to my face he did the same

And when I saw the face I yelled my own name

Because the figure ahead was well known

It was me, and I realized there would be no way home

On Dr Seuss Day Pocket Hear A Who on Dr. Seuss Day

 

 

 

Pocket has a favorite location.
Which she likes to visit each morn
When Rainbow Bridge is reborn
And the birds carry a tune like they are playing a horn

When it was quiet, and the sun started to climb high
Pocket slipped into the water and let out a sigh
When she heard a sound she thought was a fly
But it seemed more like a plaintive cry

Pocket was blessed with ears quite large.
And, when she heard the sounds, she thought it was an ear mirage
Then she saw a speck of dust from which the sound seemed to discharge
And she turned her eyes to make the sound enlarge.

Beyond the wind and over the water, she heard the word help coming from the dust.
No one else had Pocket's ears which were a must.
Because on that piece of dust was a land called Whoville
And they were about to get blown away by a gust.

The citizens of Whoville were concerned about their land
Where things were not working out as planned
They had existed for eons on the end of a strand
But we were blown off, and we now unmanned

Pocket promised to help them because she felt some appall
She knew the world could be cruel when you weren't tall
But Pocket lived by one phrase above all
A  person's a person, no matter how small.

To keep the fragile land safe, Pocket put the dust in her ear
Although the Who's constant chatter made her feel queer
And when she told her friends, they joined together in a loud jeer
Because no one believed little Pocket had a peer.

Pocket knew the Who could not stay in their current location
Although they were treating it like a permanent vacation
For now, Pocket had a new vocation
To give the Whos a new home no matter the frustration.

She brought them to her sister Foley who said she could not hear them.
And frankly thought Pocket was being dumb.
If Pocket could not convince her sister, the Who would surely succumb.
To prove the Who were there the little creatures needed to pound a million snare drums.

But Pocket knew a sound even louder than percussion
And asked the Who if a Yorkie was there for representation.
They had a little brown and black down who was becoming quite a sensation
And hoped her loud bark could save the nation.

Pocket knew nothing was louder than a hyper Yorkie
And when Zuzu, the little Who dog began barking, it was louder than a bachelor party
Foley and the other dogs realized Pocket had not been faulty
The Who were as real as a Christmas turkey

The angels built them a house bigger than a grand hall
Where they Who could live safely like a mouse in a hidey-hole
And Pocket was feted by the Who for being the greatest soul of all
Knowing a person is a person, no matter how small

 

 

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