"The only time our furbabies break our hearts is when they leave us."
In Memory of A Beloved Cat
Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my souls at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
Constance Jenkins, c. 1992 All Rights Reserved
I Have Slipped
The Surly Bonds of Earth...
Put Out My Hand (paw)
And Touched the Face of God.
Fly free sweet Simba. You will be in our hearts forever and ever sweet boy. Love and miss you bunches.
Simba first came into our lives in 1997. He made his first appearance when my mom was opening the front door to walk outside and sweep the near the front door; as she was sweeping she heard a mewing coming from under the lawn chairs next to her and noticed an orange kitten walking in and out of the legs of the chairs looking straight up at her. She instantly fell in love with the orange rascal and brought him inside.
A few hours after that fateful moment occurred, I was exiting the school bus from my long day at Kindergarten and heading for my house. When my mom opened the front door for me, the first thing I saw in our house was a little orange kitten sitting on the ottoman of my dad's chair. The first that came out of my mouth was, "Put him outside."
I certainly regret saying that; my fondest memory of Simba was of the evening of that day. As I was sitting on our floor of our living room listening to my parents talk, Simba walked in and began sniffing every inch of me. I soon began to play with him by sliding my hand across the carpet back and forth. A few minutes passed when I decided to pick him up in my arms. I held him in my arms like you would a baby. Simba stared up at me with his green eyes for a several minutes. He was very relaxed then and soon began to doze off. I watched him as he was now sleeping soundly in my arms. It then came to my mind to give this kitten a name, and that is when I declared to name that sleeping orange kitten Simba. He reminded me so much of my favorite lion from the Lion King; it fit him perfectly.
As Simba grew,he had a lot of fun and got into a lot of trouble. His favorite jolly when he was younger was to stay in the bathroom without our knowledge and tear the toilet paper roll to shreds. This was only one of many things he got into when he was little. His favorite game to play was ice hockey. With just a piece of ice from the ice maker and a slick floor, a kitten can have tons of fun.
As Simba became more mature and grew into a cat, he was very laid back and loved more than anything to lie in laps. His favorite lap to lay in was my dad's lap. Simba and my dad always fell asleep together in their big armchair and loved each other's company.
Simba's brothers loved him and always took naps together. Simba being the oldest, he was in charge of giving his younger siblings baths and disciplining them with love and care.
Simba Miller lived a long and happy life, I grew up with him, and he grew up with me. He was loved by my mom and my dad both and never required anymore than a good belly rub and a kiss on the head and the occasional lap to lie in to be truly happy. He made so many people smile and many laugh. Simba will always remain in our hearts and in our memories; our love for Simba will not fade. We love you Simba and always will.
~Christian Miller
Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you...
I loved you so -----
'twas Heaven here with you.
(Isla Paschal Richardson)
In Memory of A Beloved Cat
Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my souls at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
Constance Jenkins, c. 1992 All Rights Reserved
I Have Slipped
The Surly Bonds of Earth...
Put Out My Hand (paw)
And Touched the Face of God.
Fly free sweet Simba. You will be in our hearts forever and ever sweet boy. Love and miss you bunches.
Simba first came into our lives in 1997. He made his first appearance when my mom was opening the front door to walk outside and sweep the near the front door; as she was sweeping she heard a mewing coming from under the lawn chairs next to her and noticed an orange kitten walking in and out of the legs of the chairs looking straight up at her. She instantly fell in love with the orange rascal and brought him inside.
A few hours after that fateful moment occurred, I was exiting the school bus from my long day at Kindergarten and heading for my house. When my mom opened the front door for me, the first thing I saw in our house was a little orange kitten sitting on the ottoman of my dad's chair. The first that came out of my mouth was, "Put him outside."
I certainly regret saying that; my fondest memory of Simba was of the evening of that day. As I was sitting on our floor of our living room listening to my parents talk, Simba walked in and began sniffing every inch of me. I soon began to play with him by sliding my hand across the carpet back and forth. A few minutes passed when I decided to pick him up in my arms. I held him in my arms like you would a baby. Simba stared up at me with his green eyes for a several minutes. He was very relaxed then and soon began to doze off. I watched him as he was now sleeping soundly in my arms. It then came to my mind to give this kitten a name, and that is when I declared to name that sleeping orange kitten Simba. He reminded me so much of my favorite lion from the Lion King; it fit him perfectly.
As Simba grew,he had a lot of fun and got into a lot of trouble. His favorite jolly when he was younger was to stay in the bathroom without our knowledge and tear the toilet paper roll to shreds. This was only one of many things he got into when he was little. His favorite game to play was ice hockey. With just a piece of ice from the ice maker and a slick floor, a kitten can have tons of fun.
As Simba became more mature and grew into a cat, he was very laid back and loved more than anything to lie in laps. His favorite lap to lay in was my dad's lap. Simba and my dad always fell asleep together in their big armchair and loved each other's company.
Simba's brothers loved him and always took naps together. Simba being the oldest, he was in charge of giving his younger siblings baths and disciplining them with love and care.
Simba Miller lived a long and happy life, I grew up with him, and he grew up with me. He was loved by my mom and my dad both and never required anymore than a good belly rub and a kiss on the head and the occasional lap to lie in to be truly happy. He made so many people smile and many laugh. Simba will always remain in our hearts and in our memories; our love for Simba will not fade. We love you Simba and always will.
~Christian Miller
Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you...
I loved you so -----
'twas Heaven here with you.
(Isla Paschal Richardson)
"The only time our furbabies break our hearts is when they leave us."
In Memory of A Beloved Cat
Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my souls at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
Constance Jenkins, c. 1992 All Rights Reserved
I Have Slipped
The Surly Bonds of Earth...
Put Out My Hand (paw)
And Touched the Face of God.
Fly free sweet Simba. You will be in our hearts forever and ever sweet boy. Love and miss you bunches.
Simba first came into our lives in 1997. He made his first appearance when my mom was opening the front door to walk outside and sweep the near the front door; as she was sweeping she heard a mewing coming from under the lawn chairs next to her and noticed an orange kitten walking in and out of the legs of the chairs looking straight up at her. She instantly fell in love with the orange rascal and brought him inside.
A few hours after that fateful moment occurred, I was exiting the school bus from my long day at Kindergarten and heading for my house. When my mom opened the front door for me, the first thing I saw in our house was a little orange kitten sitting on the ottoman of my dad's chair. The first that came out of my mouth was, "Put him outside."
I certainly regret saying that; my fondest memory of Simba was of the evening of that day. As I was sitting on our floor of our living room listening to my parents talk, Simba walked in and began sniffing every inch of me. I soon began to play with him by sliding my hand across the carpet back and forth. A few minutes passed when I decided to pick him up in my arms. I held him in my arms like you would a baby. Simba stared up at me with his green eyes for a several minutes. He was very relaxed then and soon began to doze off. I watched him as he was now sleeping soundly in my arms. It then came to my mind to give this kitten a name, and that is when I declared to name that sleeping orange kitten Simba. He reminded me so much of my favorite lion from the Lion King; it fit him perfectly.
As Simba grew,he had a lot of fun and got into a lot of trouble. His favorite jolly when he was younger was to stay in the bathroom without our knowledge and tear the toilet paper roll to shreds. This was only one of many things he got into when he was little. His favorite game to play was ice hockey. With just a piece of ice from the ice maker and a slick floor, a kitten can have tons of fun.
As Simba became more mature and grew into a cat, he was very laid back and loved more than anything to lie in laps. His favorite lap to lay in was my dad's lap. Simba and my dad always fell asleep together in their big armchair and loved each other's company.
Simba's brothers loved him and always took naps together. Simba being the oldest, he was in charge of giving his younger siblings baths and disciplining them with love and care.
Simba Miller lived a long and happy life, I grew up with him, and he grew up with me. He was loved by my mom and my dad both and never required anymore than a good belly rub and a kiss on the head and the occasional lap to lie in to be truly happy. He made so many people smile and many laugh. Simba will always remain in our hearts and in our memories; our love for Simba will not fade. We love you Simba and always will.
~Christian Miller
Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you...
I loved you so -----
'twas Heaven here with you.
(Isla Paschal Richardson)
In Memory of A Beloved Cat
Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my souls at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
Constance Jenkins, c. 1992 All Rights Reserved
I Have Slipped
The Surly Bonds of Earth...
Put Out My Hand (paw)
And Touched the Face of God.
Fly free sweet Simba. You will be in our hearts forever and ever sweet boy. Love and miss you bunches.
Simba first came into our lives in 1997. He made his first appearance when my mom was opening the front door to walk outside and sweep the near the front door; as she was sweeping she heard a mewing coming from under the lawn chairs next to her and noticed an orange kitten walking in and out of the legs of the chairs looking straight up at her. She instantly fell in love with the orange rascal and brought him inside.
A few hours after that fateful moment occurred, I was exiting the school bus from my long day at Kindergarten and heading for my house. When my mom opened the front door for me, the first thing I saw in our house was a little orange kitten sitting on the ottoman of my dad's chair. The first that came out of my mouth was, "Put him outside."
I certainly regret saying that; my fondest memory of Simba was of the evening of that day. As I was sitting on our floor of our living room listening to my parents talk, Simba walked in and began sniffing every inch of me. I soon began to play with him by sliding my hand across the carpet back and forth. A few minutes passed when I decided to pick him up in my arms. I held him in my arms like you would a baby. Simba stared up at me with his green eyes for a several minutes. He was very relaxed then and soon began to doze off. I watched him as he was now sleeping soundly in my arms. It then came to my mind to give this kitten a name, and that is when I declared to name that sleeping orange kitten Simba. He reminded me so much of my favorite lion from the Lion King; it fit him perfectly.
As Simba grew,he had a lot of fun and got into a lot of trouble. His favorite jolly when he was younger was to stay in the bathroom without our knowledge and tear the toilet paper roll to shreds. This was only one of many things he got into when he was little. His favorite game to play was ice hockey. With just a piece of ice from the ice maker and a slick floor, a kitten can have tons of fun.
As Simba became more mature and grew into a cat, he was very laid back and loved more than anything to lie in laps. His favorite lap to lay in was my dad's lap. Simba and my dad always fell asleep together in their big armchair and loved each other's company.
Simba's brothers loved him and always took naps together. Simba being the oldest, he was in charge of giving his younger siblings baths and disciplining them with love and care.
Simba Miller lived a long and happy life, I grew up with him, and he grew up with me. He was loved by my mom and my dad both and never required anymore than a good belly rub and a kiss on the head and the occasional lap to lie in to be truly happy. He made so many people smile and many laugh. Simba will always remain in our hearts and in our memories; our love for Simba will not fade. We love you Simba and always will.
~Christian Miller
Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you...
I loved you so -----
'twas Heaven here with you.
(Isla Paschal Richardson)
