Snow and Celebrations!

Lily

Lily here today wishing you all a very Happy Valentine's Day from our house to yours!  It is a big day for us - it is Pop's 65th Birthday (yes he is THAT old!)!!!  Here he is is from a baby to his freshman year in high school.

And then...it is the human's anniversary - Mom picked this day so Pop would never forget what day their anniversary was!  They have been together for 26 years - pretty amazing.  Here they are from when they met in CT, in Germany on vacation, at Cape Cod, in FL (where they adopted Angel Chica and Angel Yoko) and then NC!

All us cats chipped in and are sending them to a great restaurant for dinner tonight - hoping they can get out and into town after all the snow we had this week. 

Looking down our driveway!

So whatever you do and where every you are, celebrate LOVE today - we leave you with this poem Mom loves by E. E. Cummings

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”

Georgie

A Friend Has Flown to the Bridge

 Sweet Gracie of  Manx Mnews blog has gone to the Rainbow Bridge, much too soon. Please do go by and leave your condolences.  Her Mom is having a hard time as she lost her beloved Abby just six months ago.

I hope this poem offers some comfort to all who have lost a beloved pet....

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

                                                 ~ Henry Scott Holland