| Location | Leeds |
| Age | 14 years |
| Date of Birth | 08/06/1995 |
| Date of Death | 11/03/2010 |
| Visitors | 5,412 since 11/03/2010 |
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Thankyou so much for the candles,pictures tributes and gifts,for Billies 1st birthday in heaven,i was really overwelmed by all your kindness,love to you all and your angels,love Carla,Angel Darren and Angel Billie xxxxx
Billie fell asleep today aged 15,she is Darrens beloved dog, Billie had cancer first it was on her mamories,and then it spread to her spleen,she also had diabetes,which she didnt seam bothered about when i gave her insulin,in the last few months she went blind,it was heartbreaking when she bumped into things,but she coped well with it,She was tough.
Billie came into my life when i met my precious Darren,she didnt like me though she used to growl at me if i cuddled Darren or gave him a kiss,Darren would be in stitches.But then she got used to me,when the kittens were smaller they used to playfight with her,she just lay there and let them bite her ears,only time she ever growled was if they went for her food,she wouldnt let them get away with that,other wise you wouldnt hear a peep out of her,she was a big softie,only thing she hated was seeing people with hats on it would freak her out,she would go mental and start barking,her and Darren were inseparable,they went everywhere together,now they are together again,in heaven xxx
You will be missed my beloved Billie,Love Mummy,Krista Nicole and Hayden xxxx
Love you mummy your Kitten Children Ebony and Barney xxxx
Rest in peace Billie Basher love you loads xxx
☜♡☞ The Wings That Fly Us Home ☜♡☞
There are many ways of being in this circle we call life
A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night
Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine
Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine
☀
Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away
Did you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave
Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run
Were we broken by the waters, did I lie you in the sun
☀
I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow
I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind
I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower
I awoke with this: a flower in my hand
☀
I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one
In the brotherhood of creatures; who the father, who the son
The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone
☀
And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens
It fills the endless yearning of the soul
It lives within a star too far to dream of
It lives within each part and is the whole
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It’s the fire and the wings that fly us home
Fly us home, fly us home.
~ Words by Joe Henry, music by John Denver
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*✫* Christmas Secrets *✫*
Underneath a winter sky
a distant train sings out the miles.
So I imagine, it may be,
that every mile brings you to me.
A promise made may still come true,
so I am waiting here for you,
if you don’t come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?
*☾*
Christmas bells ring out their chimes,
I hear them echo through the miles,
and moonlight shines upon the road
and trembles on the fallen snow
I look into the midnight blue
So many stars I never knew.
If you don’t come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?
*☾*
I look into the midnight blue
So many stars I never knew.
If you don’t come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?
~ Sung by Enya, lyrics by Roma Ryan ~
Copyright Ⓒ2006 EMI
Merry Christmas to you & your loved ones
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★ Gone to the Unseen ★
At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
What marvelous route did you take from this world?
Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman.
Then you heard the drummer's call
and flew beyond space and time.
☆....☆....☆
As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
Then came the scent of the rosegarden
and you flew off to meet the Rose.
The wine of this fleeting world
caused your head to ache.
Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.
Like an arrow, you sped from the bow
and went straight for the bull's eye of bliss.
☆....☆....☆
This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.
You are now the Sun -
what need have you for a crown?
You have vanished from this world -
what need have you to tie your robe?
☆....☆....☆
I've heard that you can barely see your soul.
But why look at all? -
yours is now the Soul of Souls!
O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.
☆....☆....☆
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.
Pouring down like the rain of heaven
you fell upon the rooftop of this world.
Then you ran in every direction
and escaped through the drain spout…
☆....☆....☆
Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.
~ Rumi
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...Let the world know, if there was ever love:
Mine for you...♥
(~Peter Winstanley~)
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A CROWN OF SORROW
A SORROW, wet with early tears
Yet bitter, had been long with me;
I wearied of this weight of years,
And would be free.
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I tore my Sorrow from my heart,
I cast it far away in scorn;
Right joyful that we two could part—
Yet most forlorn.
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I sought, (to take my Sorrow's place,)
Over the world for flower or gem—
But she had had an ancient grace
Unknown to them.
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I took once more with strange delight
My slighted Sorrow; proudly now,
I wear it, set with stars of light,
Upon my brow.
(~Adelaide Anne Procter~)
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♥ If We Never Meet Again ♥
(I will meet you on that beautiful shore)
Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey
And perhaps never meet anymore
Till we gather in heaven's bright city
Far away on that beautiful shore
If we never meet again this side of heaven
As we struggle through this world and its strife
There's another meeting place somewhere in heaven
By the side of the river of life
Where the charming roses bloom forever
And where separations come no more
If we never meet again this side of heaven
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
Oh they say we shall meet by the river
Where no storm clouds ever darken the sky
And they say we'll be happy in heaven
In the wonderful sweet by and by
If we never meet again...
(If we never meet again this side of heaven)
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
(Beautiful beautiful shore)
♥ Albert E. Brumley ♥
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28/9/2011
ڿڰۣಌ ڿڰۣಌ ڿڰۣಌ ڿڰۣಌ ڿڰۣಌ
Grow Old With Dogs
When I am old...
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...
and a bandana over my silver hair.....
and I will spend my social security checks on wine and my dogs.
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dogs' breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night
and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow...
When people come to call, I will smile
and nod as I show them my dogs...
and talk of them and about them...
...the ones so beloved of the past
and the ones so beloved of today....
I will still work hard cleaning after them,
mopping and feeding them and
whispering their names in a soft loving way.
I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat,
like a jewel and I will be an embarrassment to all...
especially my family...
who have not yet found the peace in being free
to have dogs as your best friends....
These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall...
and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep,
to greet you as if you are a God.
With warm eyes full of adoring love and hope
that you will always stay,
I'll hug their big strong necks...
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads...
and whisper in their very special company....
I look in the Mirror...and see I am getting old....
this is the kind of person I am...and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy,
they are part of me.
Please accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...
they love my presence in their lives......
When I am old this will be important to me...
you will understand when you are old....
if you have dogs to love too.
Author Unknown
19/9/2011
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Pictures
A journey captured in moments rare ~
just a flash of memory.
Images pressed within the heart ~
life's pages bare to see.
An instant fleeting through endless time,
now paused as shutters fall.
Those moments caught within a frame ~
a life of pictures on the wall.
Tiny fragments of mindless joy
displayed with dreams to last.
Silhouetted within the soul,
cherished now ~ beneath the glass.
A life of pictures on the wall,
inanimate ~ yet so alive.
Living, breathing ~ in still-life form,
within the mind they thrive.
A touch, a kiss, a carefree smile,
a dance beneath the sun ~
along the sand and ebbing tide
as fading shadows run.
Wedded laughter ~ eternal bliss,
a birth ~ or two, or three ~
Reminiscent breaths now gone
of those whose souls fly free.
An instant fleeting through endless time,
now paused as shutters fall.
Sharing life's long journey ~
reaching far beyond the wall.
A journey captured in moments rare ~
just a flash of memory.
Images pressed within the heart ~
life's pages bare to see.
Hazelmarie Elliott ~
❦ After Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes ❦
After great pain, a formal feeling comes—
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs—
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
✰...✰
The Feet, mechanical, go round—
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought—
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone—
✰...✰
This is the Hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—
First—Chill—then Stupor—then the letting go—
(Emily Dickinson)
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7/9/2011
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SOLILOQUY
By the lakeside, when the cool wind comes to close the eyes of tired day, and the lilies fall asleep in the twilight and the reeds murmur in the gathering dusk, life stands on tip-toe to greet the coming of night.
And in the dark, with all of nature hushed beneath the myriad-spangled dome, you can hear hope's song echoing down the corridors of time.
From The Quiet moment by Southern Cross
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