Remembrance

How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone.
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong-
Like Angel's visits, short and bright;
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.


IN MEMORY OF OUR JETT RINKS
....at times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages way,
And tread once more familiar paths, Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out-not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again......


In Loving Memory of:

Glor-ee's Lady Sybil of Darkhorse
June 9, 1990 - July 17, 1998

Once you had youth, Once you had beauty
Then came the rains out of the blue
Ever and Always.
Always and Ever.
Time gave both darkness and dreams to you.
When the dark night seems senseless,
Please remember me.

                                                            rRuru's Anything Goes of Darkhorse           CH Darkhorse's Margaretha

                                                     CH Pegela's Christine Daae of Darkhorse          GC Ruru's Argentina of Darkhorse

 


                                                CCH Darkhorse's Lady Cynthia                    Darkhorse's Lady Guinevere



 

gCH Darkhorse's Strange Luck

Hold on to me Love
I  know you can't stay long.
All I wanted to say was that I love you.
Can you hear me?
Can you feel my arms around you?
I know you hear me.
I can taste it in my tears.
Closing your eyes to disappear
I  pray your dreams will leave you here.
But still I know the truth.
Goodnight
Don't be afraid
Calling you as you fade to black
 

                                                    Darkhorse's Pinky                                                  GP Ruru's Jesse James of Darkhorse
 
 

They left their mark upon our hearts and made their presence known
Two feline family members made our little house a home
Pinky was an ebony who chattered night and day
I never knew a cat who got more pleasure out of play
Fetching all his favorite toys, ribbons, bottle caps
And oh, his sweet contented purr as he slept on our laps
Jesse James, the chestnut spotted tabby would beguile
He won his cat show ribbons making judges love his style
Sweet and funny, both of them; they gave us so much pride
And when they faced their illnesses, how stocially they died
We love them both so dearly and now they both are gone
The memories of them fill us with joy, for they live on
And if there is a place in Heaven where fine felines go
I am sure that  like us angels love their antics so!
By Judy Nathanson


 
 


  Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber
 
 
 

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