Copy is a racing quarter horse who did not quite make it to the full racing circuit but never the less was very fast, and when I first met and rode him he had only two speeds which were go fast and go even faster!!

I had not ridden that much before I met him and come to think of it he may have not been the most ideal horse to learn on.

Copy was owned by a very loving person named Karin who could not give him the best situation to live in as she was just starting a family and, although she loved him very much she knew he would do better with what we had to offer. Lucky us.

It was raining very hard when I met Copy and he was soaking and shivering trying to find shelter but his head was held high, his eyes were bright and his spirit was everywhere around him. I took him home and the fun began with some of the happiest days I can remember when he taught me to ride and fly and fall and communicate with one of the most sensitive and fascinating breed of animals I have ever come across.

My daughter Kirstie, an experienced horse person, took over his further education and added another two speeds to his repertoire and some fancy trotting and cantering. He never needed galloping instruction. She loved him as much as I, and together they shared many happy hours and exhilarating adventures.

He taught me that it was my destiny in some life or other to be with and work with horses; maybe not this time but - who knows.

Copy was brave and funny and naughty sometimes and when he was diagnosed with Cushing’s disease eight years ago, he was only supposed to live for 2 more years, however no one told him that and no one knew what a wonderful job Susanna, our General Manager would do in managing his health.

Copy passed with dignity with all his loved ones around him and my hand on his head and my heart in his mind.

I will be forever grateful for my time with this equine gentleman who will never be forgotten.

MY “COPY”
A poem by his loving friend, Richard Pope.

The sun shone bright that summer eve we started down the trail.
His ears were strong, his nostrils flared - he flicked his shining tail.
He always knew just how to run along the narrow bluff.
He’d gallop on and on and on: He’d never have enough.
The world was ours - the troubles gone - a place for him and me.
I wanted just to be his friend - he’d put his trust in me
To pay back some of mans great debt that weighed on me too long
To treat a horse as man has done, has always seemed so wrong
To work all day or take to war or run for rich return
and then to kill or cast aside, when keep’s no longer earned.
But now was ours - we galloped on around a rocky knoll.
He stopped he shook, his ears alert - his eyes began to roll.
I tried to move him on once more, but still he firmly stood.
He never would refuse a sign - he always was so good.
Then I heard the tell tale sound, a rattle close and high…
The snake slid off a rocky ledge and across the trail did lie
The trail was thin, no room to turn, no way to go ahead.
The dark drew near. It’s up to you my horse, I gently said.
He backed a ways along the trail until it got too steep.
The starting gate released him and the rattler he did leap!
We bucked and laughed and galloped home beneath the moonlit night.
The danger seemed so far away this moment seemed so right.
We often rode that trail again - we used it quite a lot.
No matter what was there or no he always jumped that spot.
He may have saved our lives that day - some people say it’s so.
The memory stays with me for sure wherever I may go
He left last week without me. He had to go you see.
His spirit strong his eyes so bright looking out for me
He taught me much - I’ve much to learn.
I miss that boy of fun
Goodbye old friend I love you, now run my COPY….. run.

He is still here isn’t he?
He cannot be gone.
I see him everywhere I go
and hear his voice calling to me…….

Born deformed and severely disabled – unable to walk or go to the bathroom unaided Grady was lucky to live. Without the benefit of Mother Love Grady was lucky to have two devoted lady Mothers who taught him all about life - with a capital “L”. Grady grew strong and powerful both mentally and physically and, completely ignoring his perceived disabilities became the talk of the town. He became more like a human than a feline, except for catching vermin perhaps (!!) and even chose humans for his friends.

After thirteen long years Grady’s life changed when his guardians could no longer care for him, but luckily found BrightHaven in the nick of time and so this special man became the proud and feisty BrightHaven greeter – pictured poignantly here watching our house with St Francis himself - until our lives changed as he became very ill.

Grady had AIDS.

He ignored it – he fought it – and so did we. In fact so many times did he teeter at the brink of death only to pull through - that we knew he could NOT die.

But die he did that fateful day when in Grady style with his loud battle cry he leapt into my arms – gazed tenderly into my eyes - and left.

Anyone who has visited us will well remember Grady for his dignity, arrogance, loud piercing voice, straight gaze, beligerance rudeness and huge charm!

I remember him for his sweetness and joy and laughter and love.

"Oh, be still my soul when loved ones depart and sadness doth break my heart.
The time must come to bid adieu and I must say farewell to you.
But in that Universal Light I know your flame is burning bright.
And when my eyes I dry, I'll see you in the evening sky.
For you're not waiting far from me."

Sheila Ganey

One sad day Wendy’s guardian was taken away to hospital never to return and this darling girl found herself living in a shelter for animals. Luckily though, there was a happy ending and this fairytale princess came to BrightHaven.

We were told her previous name had always been “cat” and so determined that this precious soul should own her own very special name at last. I thought of Peter Pan and Wendy and so it was.

Wendy fast became known around BrightHaven for her gentle and easy ways – easy to feed – easy to love – a pleasure to care for. Such a gentle, sweet and loving girl - always with a smile of joy upon her angelic face.

Her photograph above, where she is shown wearing my pearls with pride depicts her charm, sweet simplicity and gentle innocence.

For two short years she dwelled with us – always happy and joyful – always sweet and gentle. Wendy’s heart was not strong, but responded well to homeopathy and we were fooled to think she would stay with us long - …until a fast growing tumour took us all by surprise and she was plucked quickly from our midst.

Farewell sweet one – we are the lucky ones to have know you.

"Make yourself familiar with the angels,
and behold them frequently in spirit;
for without being seen, they are present with you. "

St. Francis De Sales

Just after the advent of the BrightHaven Beatle family I received a telephone call from an old friend demanding help for a kitten who was living in a drug house. She was left out at night alone at only a few weeks of age and was observed to be “just not normal”. The kitten was spirited to us by this concerned citizen and we pondered what to call her. We chose to name her for British “60’s” Pop Star Cilla Black, who was the talk of the town as the Beatles shot to fame and fortune.

“Sweet Cilla”, “Silly Cilla” and “Silly Billy” were just a few of the loving nick-names I had for her. A little brain damaged, this girl-child moved and spoke slowly and did not always remember why she had arrived at a certain place once there……..Much like me I thought!!! She was also seen to fall asleep whilst in the middle of a grooming session and fall slowly to her bed!!

A dreamer and a lover, this gentle soul made many friends over the years, but none so special as her favourite pair of ladies who adored her for her sweet simplicity.

Lee Bradford helped us in Southern California. Lee helped me feed the animals very often, but always came early in the afternoon to spend time sprawled on the bed with the sweetest cat in the world laid happily on her chest purring with contentment whilst being cuddled and groomed.

Cilla touched many hearts, but none so much as the one belonging to Mindy Naslund (pictured with Cilla), who has been a close friend of Cilla’s here in Santa Rosa. She too recognised very quickly the need of this special girl for a loving person with whom to spend quiet time in happiness. Saturday afternoons on the couch were a scared ritual and even upon the day she left BrightHaven for her new life beyond.

Goodbye my sweet girl – gone but never to be forgotten

"Hope is the thing with feathers ~ that perches in the soul
~ and sings the tune without words ~ and never stops --at all "

Emily Dickinson

Once upon a time there was a couple called Richard and Gail who wanted to care for animals with all their hearts. To make their dreams come true they bought the purrrfect house in the purrrfect canyon and found that this house came with its own family of wild but also purrrfect cats.

These special cats fast decided to beg entrance to the house and thus become BrightHaven residents. To mark the enormity of the occasion the cats were named for the famous "Beatles".

This morning the last of the fab four died.

Ringo will be mourned by many humans and animals alike, for the sweet, kind, generous and loving soul that he was.

I never knew Ringo to growl, hiss, strike out or in fact perform any negative action in his entire life. Even as a young feral he was submissive. This most sweet of souls was a lesson in life and how to live it – and death and how to do it - with grace, dignity and love.

Once Ringo “knew” that his time was short he withdrew from our company and made himself comfortable in a cubby in our bathroom, where he stayed both by day and night only venturing forth to use a litter box close by. He received us all in his den very happily but requested no pity, no help – only our love. Ringo purred with contentment and joy and then bade us final farewell and laid himself down to rest.

"If tears could build a stairway
and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven
and bring you home again. "

Unknown

Those of you who never met Ruby missed a treat.

This lady was a beauty and Ted would have lost no time in telling you that! Ruby joined our family just after we all moved to Northern California. She was found squished by a large slab of concrete and one side of her was all but flat. After much love and force feeding of mealworms, plus of course the added treat of meeting her new mate Ted – Ruby decided to survive - and that she did well. In a short time Ruby grew larger than Ted and despite her disability she was well able to get around their little estate!

Every day either Susanna or Fray would lovingly refill and clean their pond, ensure all was well in their world and then offer them mealworms

It was such a shock to find Ted dead yesterday morning and Ruby deathly ill, but now it is over and they are both gone – I realize it was fitting that she followed him to their new home in the big lake of beyond.

Together in life - and now together in death.

This quote seems one that Ted would wish to dedicate to his pretty mate:

"I shall see beauty but none to match your living grace
I shall hear music, but none as sweet as the droning song
with which you loved me,
I shall fill my days but I shall not, cannot forget.
Sleep soft, dear friend... "

Author unknown

Ted, the happy toad came into our lives some years ago after a nasty skirmish with some gardeners, which resulted in his back legs being mostly severed.

We should have known he was one special toad by the way he clung to life and fought his way back to health again – with the help of homeopathy and his favourite vet Chris of course!!

I was unprepared to love a toad and also unprepared to find a friend in this cute body. But Ted fast became part of our family and daily routine and even moved house from Southern California with us.

In Northern California we were joined by Ruby, who came into our lives after being badly squished by a large piece of concrete. She almost lost her life but pulled through to become Ted’s lifelong friend and companion. The cute pair lived together, ate together and almost died together. Now Ruby is left behind alone and it remains to be seen if she can survive alone. Only time will tell.

Just last week Ted was proud to be invited by our friend Kathleen Prasad to appear in her new book “Animal Reiki” and here you can see him posing with her just a few days before his tragic death – this last photo of him shot by, and courtesy of, Kendra Luck.

I guess there is an obvious moral to Ted’s story – old fashioned, but so true – Never judge a book by its cover - One must learn to think deeper and look beyond the outer surface and see deep into the happy place beneath where contentment and peace dwell.

"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change "

Buddah

This special boy came to live with us in 1995 - recommended to be euthanized due to incurable I.B.D.

Mick was not about to let that deter his spirit of fun, investigation and curiosity and quickly took on an administrative position at BrightHaven. He was curious, cheerful and quick to lend a paw,especially to a tour group or a new and unsure volunteer. Mick quickly enlisted his special friend Jazz to assist with supervision of litter box and floor cleaning - a job he said could only be done by a super efficient and expert organizer such as himself!! He was responsible too for making sure we were all well groomed at all times, but sadly would never have made a good hairdresser as he had to hold his client down with a paw to get the job done to his satisfaction!!!!

The fiery Mick also developed a cat- aerobics program which many other felines were enrolled in – like it or not – and so Mick became just a tiny, playful bundle of energy and fun.

“Little Mick”, as he became well-known astonished everyone by his amazing powers of healing. Throughout his fourteen years he experienced many long periods of remission, and this cute and fiery boy became famous in veterinary circles for his story. However, recently the remissions had become shorter….. and we realized that time was running out. Yesterday Mick spent the afternoon with Susanna, wrapped in her arms and purring happily as she took him to meet the horses, where he was even gently nuzzled by Daisy. He snuggled with Fray and then lay with Richard until it was time for bed when he continued on into the night sleeping happily beside me with friends – Beauregard, Eric, Stefanie, Suzy Q, Trevor, Woody and Ginny, to name but a few. After giving the gang his usual bright and cheery Mick greeting, a small but good breakfast was eaten on his favourite place – the food cart (!!) whilst escorting me through the house as I served the meal. Sometime later in the kitchen Blanca saw him stumble, cried out and I rushed to gather him in my arms. We laid together on the couch and cuddled for a long time – with Mick purring contentedly, until I suddenly realized his breathing was altered a little and he had become quiet. A very short time later with Susanna, Fray, Blanca and friend Andrea gathered around in support and love, Mick left his tiny body behind him in my arms – and raced to the light.

I cannot begin to describe how sad we are, and how hard it is to say goodbye to this most precious and tiny being who has played a huge part in our long journey of love, healing and respect. I am honoured that Mick chose Richard’s very birthday to leave us – a day when we will always remember him. But – the grief and sorrow are so very mixed today with the love and the joy that we feel that there is a clear sense of numbness in the air at BrightHaven today.

Luckily there will be tomorrow for us all and that tomorrow will again be filled with loving, anxious, needy, happy and hungry faces and so we will move steadily onward once more with so many sweet and wonderful memories of this sweet boy held deep inside our hearts.

"The soul should always stand ajar,
ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
"

Emily Dickinson

There are many who will share in our sorrow and joy as we say farewell to Joey the cat who stole so many hearts in his ten years at BrightHaven that he became an institution here – with his own huge fan club of loving admirers.

This special soul came into our lives over a decade ago after being rescued by a caring lady who had watched this old man with one eye so bravely trying to defend his friends Lucy, Co-Co and Roberto from neighbourhood children with B-B guns. Brave and selfless – yes – but Joey has been declawed on all four paws, could not defend himself, had a tumour removed behind his missing eye, and was covered in a thick crust of scabs from head to foot. Upon arrival Joey proudly and aggressively wore ten B-B pellets in various locations on his body. Amazingly his three friends wore none!

Joey became well-known in BrightHaven circles as “The Proud Protector” – a title this aggressive and angry old man clearly loved as he slowly mellowed and settled into his new and safe family life. Everyone loved Joey – humans, cats and dogs alike, - and what a treat it has been over the last months to see him so often sharing his bed with Sushi, Lucy, Emily2 and Tigger2 – many others too!

Having never enjoyed wonderful health Joey was lucky to have achieved a good balance over the years, thanks to homeopathy – and our love we know…… and we all “felt” his time to be drawing close, especially as some weeks ago he chose to retire to our tiny food prep room with Frazier as his close companion and food always near at hand!

Joey died suddenly this morning after eating his usual great breakfast and before retiring for his morning nap. He simply collapsed and left, and as I held him in my arms I felt his heart slowly stop beating. He had already floated away from his body. However well we “knew” did not matter or prepare us for the shock of his departure – Our sorrow is great, but it is mixed with a certain joy, for when Joey died - it was with the sweetest and most clear expression of bliss, peace and joy on his face that I have ever seen.

"“Hope” is the thing with feathers ~ that perches in the soul
~ and sings the tune without words ~ and never stops --at all.
"

Emily Dickinson

When the two old and very delightful codgers Sasha and her lifetime friend Pierre moved in to BrightHaven I had no thought then how much I would come to love this pair. After Pierre died last January I wrote: Now Sasha is lonely and I share in her grief - the barking cat has gone and with him our hearts. Now they are both gone and I feel sad sadness deep; sadness empty and sadness long.

Funny though - since the day Pierre left, Sasha took on a new lease of life and finally came out of her shell. It was as though Pierre had set her free to be herself and to be the family cat she became at last. Instead of hiding away she was oft to be found exploring the house and taking delight in coming to enjoy a family evening as she would happily recline on our laps on the couch.

This gentle and sweet old soul even found her way to the counter top in my bathroom to follow the favourite pursuit of so many cats, and here you can see her happily drinking water from the tap! She said it was the only way to gain pure enjoyment!!

I know it was time for her to go, and happy that she merely seemed to fall asleep that night - so gently - so peacefully - with grace and light Sasha fled our home on wings of light - once more to meet her love and mine - Pierre.

"Yet another loved one returns Home.
Must be God wants them with Him because He loves them so much.
But we are better for having them with us for as long as they could stay. "

Sheila Ganey

Farewell old charmer!

Our guests will miss this welcoming smile for a long time – actually for those that didn’t catch on – You were really only welcome if you brought him a quick snack – French fries being his firm favourite!!

We were joined some years ago by this well worn, weary but very cute old codger, who came to us to spend his remaining small amount of time in love instead of the drudgery of a cold and wet life on the road.

Friends have been regaling us with memories of this most gentle of men and we realize how well loved he was - for all his lumps and bumps and funny old ways…

My earliest memory is of the day that Dave persuaded me to allow him to dwell outdoors. I am not used to outdoor dogs and resisted his plea to leave the warm and cozy house: however, after announcing very clearly to me that he preferred cats as food and not friends – he was allowed to move to the barn with all due haste…….!!

…and then there were his nights spent in the Ritz Carlton of dog beds - Susanna’s car!! How on earth could she possibly not love having hay, straw and his doggie smell as her passengers?

Eventually, loving Susanna’s car proved not enough for Dave and so his next step was to move into her house too – to share in life with her and her two feline girls Lulu and Diva, who were not in the least amused at first! Funny how things turned out - Dave next proceeded to shed his dislike for cats in his pursuit of the good life with a loving family of his own!

With the passage of time since Dave’s passing, our memories of his great, sweet and gentle personality abound…… We will always remember having to closely supervise his meals watching, as he ate with great relish and gusto. Any momentary lack of attention on our part would result in a great game of hide and seek for the bowl, which would mysteriously disappear

A close friend who always had a fear of large dogs told me of his kindness in teaching her how to love him and to not be afraid. A kind dog indeed – Man’s best friend was Dave.

So, as the time approached for this arthritic old codger to choose a new beginning we all watched with love as through his last few months he maintained his strength of mind and dignity as well as his inordinate sense of humor, as he plodded through his happy go lucky days patrolling his territory. Aaah Dave - there will be many BrightHaven animals waiting to greet your very special soul as you at last again frolic and run free, carefree and happily on the bridge across forever.

"Fly free and happy and across forever
And we’ll meet now and then when we wish
In the midst of the one celebration that can never end "

Richard Bach

Sadness deep, sadness long…...

It was with heavy heart and flowing tears that we said goodbye to our much beloved "Olivia" - known mostly as "Livvy"or “Livvy-div”, silly nick-names given by me long ago!

Livvy was fourteen years young and is survived by her twin brother Panther and all her friends. Who were her friends? - you may well ask, and I can tell you that they were everyone who knew her I know not anyone who did not adore this gorgeous creature who was such a huge character so terribly tiny in stature and yet always so much larger than life and exuding radiance every moment of her existence. I often awake to the sound of her deep, loud and funny voice – only to find it sadly in my dreams.

Livvy was an inspiration to all who knew her: She lived clear and centre in every moment and, although her battle with cancer prevented her death defying leaps of late, she continued to bubble with laughter and enthusiasm showing us her true zest for life until her very last hour.

Do not wonder why the sky is so bright these nights…….. It will no doubt be the Livvy star which will be twinkling merrily as it radiates its powerful energy to spread happiness and light throughout the land.

"Death is not the extinguishing of the light... it is the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come."

-Indian Poet Rabindranath Tagore

When Tina came to live with us some twelve years ago, as a young Mother cat, we named her for very beautiful and wild woman – Tina Turner – but never truly wild, this girl was fearful, shy, so sweet and gentle – perhaps a precious throw back to happier times when her family had been loved by humans?

Teeny would allow a gentle stroke or rub under her chin but never more, and so during her last days when she invited us to approach; to stroke and even cuddle her – we were honoured to finally be allowed to demonstrate our love for her. We knew she had finally gained the trust and the love we had prayed for.

When Tina knew she would soon be leaving, she left the safety of my bedroom to visit all four corners of the house to bid farewell to all her friends, especially Adam her long term wild cat buddy, as well as all our old timers, some who have been here even longer than she.

"Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; It is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow. "

-Alice Mackenzie Swaim

In closing: I believe that Tina must have been coaching Adam in their beliefs as, now Tina has gone – this boy is coming to me and allowing me to stroke him gently – Perhaps her final rounds in the house were to say “They are human – but they are our friends after all – Please trust them now”– This then was her legacy to us.

In July of 1993 a sad, irritable and very Oriental cat came to live at BrightHaven. Rejected by his family, Jazz came with a reputation for being mean, irritating and boring……. He was none of those things of course! It seems that he actually wished to sit upon family laps whilst they watched TV - and would often bite the nose of an unsuspecting person not paying him attention…… Good for him we said!

Jazz was so very miserable and decided never again to trust a human. He growled and lashed out with his declawed paws at every opportunity as he retreated further into his shell, until he fell in love again with life and his new family. He soon found that there was much to do and many who loved him dearly. Jazz would perch contentedly on our laps, with paws on our chests. He would gaze happily into our eyes and inform us that he had undying love for us and then, just when we were completely fooled – he would very gently lean forward and bite our noses – very hard!! This then was Jazz…….!!!

During the next few years Jazz became a major force at BrightHaven with a reputation to match – one of elite BH gang of tough guys – feared and revered. He became fast friends with” Little Mick” and as the years rolled by they became well known for their antics as they laughed, tussled and played together. Jazz and Mick’s greatest delight was to lurk and await an unsuspecting human and leap upon their shoulder – The best game ever was to trap one as they bent to clean a litter box! Jazz became a BrightHaven institution – a legend in his own lifetime perhaps.

A friend said this week of him: He insisted upon making me laugh, even when I didn't think I could. This then was our Jazz, and we miss him so very much.

"When shall my tears dry and an answer to "why" all of our sweet brethren must die? And deep within my heart the pain I feel when they depart, may never go away until we meet again some day. "

Sheila Ganey

"Honey-bunny lamb-kin"
silly huh - but that was my pet name for her and she loved it.

We did not know much of her past, save that she came to us after the death of her guardian and that she had some sort of major injury in the past which caused her strange body shape and the odd way she walked.

This so gentle, sweet and self effacing girl loved nothing more than to be cradled in our arms – Lying flat on her back and swung back and forth as a baby. She elected to live in Susanna’s office – away from the maddening crowd By day she watched the world go by from her peaceful garden and by night she enjoyed her privacy.

This very sweet girl died tonight as the other animals ate their dinner, never suspecting that anything untoward was happening. Never a fuss - never a worry; this was how she would have wanted it to be. Her death was expected but her loss so very painful and now there will be even more candles burning at BrightHaven tonight as we gather to wish her safe journey to the stars.

Stars
"Perhaps they are not stars in the sky
But rather openings where our loved ones shine down
To let us know they are happy."

Eskimo Legend

MeiLing has long been the little girl of my dreams. I know her spirit as an exquisite, radiant and sometimes fiery five year old child. I see her with long blonde hair with blue ribbons therein, reaching down her back as I watch her trip daintily through a grassy meadow singing as she skips along… occasionally reaching out to touch a bright butterfly. See her eyes—the brilliant blue of the cornflowers growing at her feet. This then was, is and will be, my MeiLing.

Rescued—dying from the pound at one year of age she came to BH to die in peace and lived on with chronic health problems but—you would never have known that as this cute, radiant, energetic and so royal little girl just exuded happiness and a joy for living. She has been such a lesson for us all as she has faced each and every day with passion and a broad smile of joy and bliss on her little face.

Sadly it was her time to leave our world today. There will be candles a many I know, lit tonight by all the friends far and wide who too have been charmed by our MeiLing. May she be free now to skip barefoot in the grass as she reaches for that butterfly once more.

"As my heart holds you just one beat away, I cherish all you gave me every day.
For you are mine forever love, watching me from up above,
and I believe that angels breathe and that love lives on and never leaves.
Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star.
I wish upon tonight to see you smile if only for awhile to know you're there.
A breath away's not far to where you are. I know you're there.
A breath away's not far to where you are."

Sheila Ganey

This cute bundle of fun lived a life rich and filled with happiness in his golden years at BrightHaven. Alfie’s natural effervescence just bubbled out and he was, of course, adored by all he met.

Rescued from a life filled with poverty and scavenging for food he seemed content to enjoy frivolity at last—as so he should. His days were filled with the fun and frolic of the little dog gang of Cricket, Ollie and lately Joey-D too. Life was good.

Little did we then suspect that Alfie had a greater mission—yet to be revealed?

As Alfie approached the end of his life his purpose for us remained unclear—He did not seem ready to say farewell—and yet?

And so this sweet, long suffering and most amazing gent who touched the hearts of every single human he met in his last days and even hours……died.

What did Alfie teach us?—Oh God—so much.
He taught us about love—He taught us to honor all life. He taught us about commitment. He showed us how to laugh at pain through our tears. There was no sorrow for Alfie—He required and desired no sympathy. There was only love.

Richard, Fray and I will be linked forever to this sweet soul who gladly showed us love, compassion, friendship, the joy of caring and sharing and giving. Alfie gave us his love and his final bequest to us contained understanding of the circle of life, death and beyond.

Alfie—we will honor your memory forever.

"In one of these stars I shall be living ~ in one of them I shall be laughing
And so it will be ~ as if all the stars were laughing
When you look at the sky at night. And there is sweetness ~ in the laughter of all the stars
And in the memories of those you love "

The Little Prince Antoine de saint Exupe’ry

Cricket was a "Cock-a-Poo" I believe—hence the silly name of Crick-a-poo that became her own and which she loved!

Cricket joined us just over three years ago when her owner, my very good friend Lee, experienced health problems that dictated a huge surgery. Cricket moved to Northern California with us and fast became a well established member of our little dog gang. Alfie, Cricket and Ollie in his wheelchair became a formidable sight as they raced through the halls together in search of an unsuspecting human victim. Once found, their prey could not be released until a fun walk was taken!!

Ah, those were the days!

Of late Cricket became more sedentary and she and Alfie spent many long hours reclining on the rug at my feet as they recounted stories of yesteryear—each with such fond memories of well spent youth.

My Crick-a-Poo’s heart had the sound of soft jungle drums of late and, as she and Alfie began to dream together of things known only to silly little dog people, it slowed and its beat became more erratic—The music changed and she began her dance with death. This was a happy dance I am glad to say, that took her from me with a grace and a speed and peace hitherto rarely seen. It was her time and she leaped from my arms to meet Alfie once again to romp and play once more in the grass and in the sunshine of their dreams.

"Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light, Pangless except for us—
Who slowly ford the Mystery
Which thou hast leaped across!"

Emily Dickinson

Oh my sweet girl—

How can I possibly begin to describe this most precious of beings?

If you can imagine an elderly grandmother living in sweet serenity, perhaps rocking gently in her chair as she fondly knits a sweater for her love—smiling softly with happiness and joy each and every day—accepting of all that nature tossed her way, ignoring her pain to enjoy the moments presented, and wishing those around her be well, and above all, happy in her love.

This then was my Maisie, who I believe to have enriched the lives of all whom she met. Maisie taught me patience and tolerance and above all to be accepting of those things we cannot change. She lived a life of simplicity—asked for nothing—but accepted all with joy—as she lived in the bliss of pure contentment.

Her wisdom was that of a wise old soul. This then was Maisie’s legacy to us. I miss this such sweet lady who gave me peace.

"It’s time to fly, It’s time to touch the sky
One voice, one start burning bright will carry me through timeless light—
Cause you’re not waiting far from me,
You’re not waiting far from me."

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Sung by Chloe Agnew and Lisa Kelly

"Gorgeous Georgeous " was my special name for this my very wonderful lover and friend.

George was originally a stray and lived with my daughter Kirstie for several years before graduating to BH after being bullied by Kirstie’s family of felines. Once settled, George fast became a member of the exclusive BH club—The Rat Pack and rapidly became a leading man—to be feared and revered by all.

I am not sure how and when it happened that George resigned his post in the gang and became the sweetest and gentlest of dignified cats, but one day I realized with shock that George had become my constant companion both by day and night and lived for nothing but my love.

Well into his twenties by now with rapidly declining health we laughed our way through each day. George lay on my chair between sunbathing spells in the garden and slept in my arms at night. When his time came, he left from the safe haven of my arms, holding my fingers with his paws and with our eyes locked together.

Gorgeous Georgous I know we will meet again on the bridge across forever.

"Oh, be still my soul when loved ones depart and sadness doth break my heart. The time must come to bid adieu and I must say farewell to you. But in that Universal Light I know your flame is burning bright. And when my eyes I dry, I'll see you in the evening sky. For you're not waiting far from me."

Sheila Ganey

Who could have believed this ravishing creature with eyes like jewels could possess the name of "Ragamuffin" – or "Rags" as she was previously known? Rejected to a life outdoors by her family of children and dogs Crystal was lonely and a loner, and so life at BrightHaven came as a shock to this, then sixteen year old girl who, in dealing with the frustration and anger of her own unrequited love, had turned her back on life.

Crystal was fiery, radiant and passionate and one day, as she flashed her beautiful eyes at me I knew her purrfect new name - one that she was comfortable with from that day forth, and needed very badly.

As the years passed, so her painful memories lessened and gradually she reached out to us…… She learned then about happiness and the fulfillment of love and especially about family – even though it was a large and sometimes plainly annoying one!

With a balance of love and natural care Crystal steered a steady course through her last months. She showed us her passion for life and an eagerness for our love and as her time drew near she embraced us all in her radiant light.

She spent the last years of her little life attempting to reach out, both to us and the other animals and in the last months of her life she finally succeeded.

Crystal left my embrace shortly before she died – to seek Richard and invite him to join us. She died in my arms in peace and surrounded in love.

It’s time to fly, it's time to touch the sky –
one voice, one star burning bright, will carry me through timeless light.
- ‘cause you're not waiting far from me, you're not waiting far from me.

Celtic Woman: The soft goodbye

The quote I have selected for Marie is done so with her life and times in mind.

This girl came to us ten short years ago - wild and fearful, with her scared and also sick family, Mick, Barney and Elizabeth. Like so many of our wild children she feared and yet craved contact with us, and over the years she would watch and wonder and wait as she tried valiantly to sum up the courage to open her heart.

Finally the bridge was crossed as she invited our hands to gently touch……No – it did not hurt as she had been told and……Yes - it was soothing. There was much to learn about these strange beings that had become her destiny……

Marie suffered asthma and deep congestion, but thankfully homeopathy was to prove a powerful aid to brighten her path.

She spent the last years of her little life attempting to reach out, both to us and the other animals and in the last months of her life she finally succeeded.

In order to show us her mission was complete she chose a bed for herself – front and center in our entryway, on a very pretty desk where everyone would see the wild cat that was wild no more.

I was Marie’s Mum, whom she loved dearly but I suspect a large portion of her heart belonged to Suzy who spent long hours talking with her, grooming her and exchanging tales of life.

Yes – this is surely the quote for her!

Once upon a time there was a fairy princess – vivacious, sweet, gentle and kind

By some quirk of fate the princess chose to be born as a tiny, tiny kitten, the baby of Linda’s litter - and with sweet Ringo as her Father. Annie was born sickly and when we met at the tender age of only two weeks she was struggling for her life. Her life saved - a bond was formed that tightly bound us for the next twelve years as we traveled life’s path together.

My fairy princess was “never well” but always happy and cuddled nightly in my arms until the time came when we knew she would soon be leaving. I now look at her sweet face daily and wish she were here with me still. Our last few days were precious as we said goodbye and “until we meet again” Until that day comes she will stay safe in my heart forever.

There is an old saying –
“If the eyes had no tears,
Then the soul would have no rainbow”
I believe my soul must be so very beautiful by now!!

Goodbye my sweet fairy princess – I love you.

Cool Arm Luke
(Yes –I know the old saying was Cool Hand Luke – The play on words is for a good reason though– Luke began his life with us after a caring veterinarian saved both his life and his entire arm by placing it in a larger than life solid cast which Luke happily used as a club with which to defend himself from us in the early days!)

Oh would that Luke was still here – I miss him so. So strong, huge and vibrant – a man among men. Commanding, sensitive and powerful – a man of the wild in life

Many years ago we had watched as Luke tenderly ministered to Tim the tiny kitten with a broken back. He became his protector, his Father and his friend. As the years rolled by; Tim grew up and Luke reverted to his strong and silent self, requiring nothing from anyone it seemed.

He did not wish to leave that was clear and during those last so special weeks he showed us that he knew his very will and joy would overcome all. Sadly he was wrong, but those very special days taught him the lessons in love for which he was born. He moved to my bedroom to begin his love affair and spent every evening in my arms, as he learned that love and respect can still be part of a savage wild strength.

He did not wish to leave that was clear and during those last so special weeks he showed us that he knew his very will and joy would overcome all. Sadly he was wrong, but those very special days taught him the lessons in love for which he was born. He moved to my bedroom to begin his love affair and spent every evening in my arms, as he learned that love and respect can still be part of a savage wild strength.

Do not stand at my grave and weep ~ I am not there - I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow ~ I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain ~ I am the gentle autumn's rain When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry ~ I am not there ~ I did not die
(Unknown)

Two short years – no – it cannot be
I have known him long – and well
He cannot have gone – and yet……
The BrightHaven food prep room will never be the same again.

For the last two years Arthur resided mostly in our food preparation room – snuggled in a huge basket as he waited happily for his next meal. Arthur’s diabetes was clearly a product of some deeper dis-ease which responded well to homeopathy but not to insulin, and so we followed a roller coaster ride as Arthur fought for his life on several occasions. His courage and will to live humbled and awed us all as we watched him return to life and strength over and over again as he proved the impossible is only in your mind.

This tall and lanky fellow followed the current trend at BrightHaven and left the sanctuary of his room to seek love and company in the kitchen for weeks before he moved to the comfort and warmth of my bedroom, from where he chose to make his departure as so many have before him.

His final moments though proved to be in his much loved place of food – the prep room - in my arms and with the speed, grace and peace that we all wish for ourselves.

The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going beyond them to the impossible.
-Arthur C. Clarke

The life and times of Mozart – gosh I could almost write a book!

Mozie was born deaf and only partially sighted and came to BH many years ago after being deemed unadoptable due his strange, vicious and unpredictable behavior. He had lived with four families, scaring them all half to death before he came into our lives - to scare us, as well as our huge feline population!

Mozie mostly lived alone in his chosen space – always the laundry room. He would sully forth any time he so desired and stealthily tread through the house seeking his prey…..He demanded respect and created fear. Word would spread quickly and the weak and fearful would dive for cover – mostly the strong also!! They were no fools – Mozie never suffered fools lightly! The strong, tough and charismatic had formed a gang in those golden olden days. There was George, Beauregard, Marley and Derek - They were born leaders. They formed the BrightHaven rat pack and of course Mozart was made an honorary member!! When Marley and Derek died last year things changed and new young bucks came in. For Mozart it was time to abdicate and you may recall that, after his miraculous near death experience he moved to the BH kitchen where he remained for an entire month learning lessons of love, before removing himself to my bed where he spent his last week on earth awaiting his final chariot. That week was filled with gentle love and a happiness hitherto unknown, and tonight Mozart died a death full of that love, sweet serenity and a joy never before embraced - wrapped in my arms, surrounded by his friends and finally at peace.

"When there is light in the soul, there is beauty in the person. When there is beauty in the person, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there will be peace in the world."
-- Kung Fu Tse (Confucious)

For four short years this plump and pretty black girl learned lessons in love from us.

Today she left for her journey to the stars and as part of that journey she left us with a precious lesson of her own as she departed in one of the very most sweet, graceful, joyous and natural transitions we have seen. It all started just a few short weeks ago when our friend Christy made the request that she would like to learn more about transition and be allowed to help and follow the path of the next animal to leave on their journey.

At that time Gwen had begun to make her decision and her path clear. We had started to notice subtle signs as she, filled with sweetness, became more and more affectionate. She made her chair her palace and received all visitors with gentle charm. This girl had chronic renal disease for some long time and finally her kidneys were spent. Christy had the opportunity to watch as her physical body slowly wound down; a process throughout which she retained her gentle demeanor and aura of joy the entire time. We supported her with our love, homeopathy and fluid therapy while Christy gave her flower essences for support and syringed tiny drops of water to wet her mouth and give her comfort. Gwendolyn accepted each and every ministration with an obvious pleasure.

When last evening she could no longer stand, I took her to bed with me and, in the company of three dogs, at least two dozen cats (twelve no less on the bed with us!) and several humans, including Christy, she finally bade us all fare-thee-well in the very early hours of this morning.

Gwennie's passing was one of the single most sweet transitions. It was completely natural, with no anxiety or fear and filled with grace and dignity. I held her tenderly. We all kissed and caressed her softly and watched with emotion as special friends Beauregard, Ringo, Gingi and Annie stepped forward to say farewell with the touch of a paw or a nose, while others quietly and respectfully waited. Usually we see cats bid goodbye to their animal friends - often weeks before they leave and so this expression of love was particularly poignant for us all.

Gwennie made her departure softly and on quiet wings she sped away. Today we give thanks for having known her and for the lessons she bequeathed us.

Just as rivers flow from east and west to merge with the one sea, forgetting that they were ever-separate rivers, so all beings lose their separateness when they eventually merge into pure Being.
-Chandogya Upanishad

This epistle will serve as both hello and fare-thee-well for dear Rudy – a cat who arrived and departed in ten short days

This cute bundle comprised nothing but skin and bone, not to mention fleas when first we met

We tried so hard to save him and he in turn enjoyed his time with us.

He graciously accepted our love and ministrations, remaining calm, dignified and peaceful throughout.

Rudy explored our house and gardens with pleasure – Stopping oft to smell the flowers in his delight.

During his short time his eyes grew bright and energy flooded his skinny body but it was not to be and early this morning with Sam by his side and from the sweet comfort of Susanna’s arms he sought the light beyond.

As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well-used brings happy death.
- Leonardo DaVinci

Twelve precious days ago I wrote that Bucky had arrived at BrightHaven – to end his days surrounded in tranquility and bathed in the love he desired.

Although he was an old codger with failing eye-sight and a long history of medical problems none of us had any thought he would leave so soon.

We fast discovered him to be completely blind and also very brave as he explored the garden eagerly enjoying the wind in his fur and the grass beneath his paws.

He loved his new diet and for a few days we all believed him well.

With a sudden speed that surprised us all he took a turn for the worse and we rushed him to emergency. After a two-day fight to keep him in our world we understood his will to leave and sadly bade farewell to our new friend.

It was his time and he greeted it with joy.

Just as rivers flow from east and west to merge with the one sea, forgetting that they were ever separate rivers, so all beings lose their separateness when they eventually merge into pure Being.
-Chandogya Upanishad

Richard and I have been married for close on forty years and so I know truly that true love lasts forever.

What I hadn’t perhaps realized is that sometimes you find it only to lose it all too soon.

When the two old and very delightful codgers Pierre and his lifetime friend Sasha moved in to BrightHaven I had no thought that all too soon Pierre and I would find love together, only to be parted after just a few short months.

This man lit up my life with his crusty delightful ways and everyone who knew him would describe him as “the cat that barked”.

When Pierre treated you to a bark – you were caught in his spell, as I found out the first time he barked at me and then raised his paw to tenderly stroke my cheek.

Now Sasha is lonely and I share in her grief.

The barking cat has gone and with him our hearts.

They said she was the runt of the litter - a shy waif – unattractive and unwanted. How could we resist her?

Tally-lulah as I loved to call her, joined Richard and I as a kitten – a tiny shorthaired ugly ducking living in her very own scary world filled with her fears and dreams.

Fleet of foot she danced through our house like a “Will ‘o the wisp” and to capture her essence we imagined her world - filled with fairies and gremlins.

Of course Tallulah had a lesson to bring us and this was taught fairly early on in her life. It was during that period of time as I began to convert our feline family to the natural diet – and was somewhat scared of the process! Feeding raw meat was a scary adventure for me and I had a huge hesitation.

Imagine our surprise as the weeks sped by……and we saw Tallulah begin to change.

We watched her eyes gleam with new light. She developed a radiance that grew - along with her locks, In short - our ugly duckling was transformed into a beautiful swan!

Some while ago, when we realized that Tallulah’s kidneys were failing her, the BrightHaven regimen swung into action to weave its spell and give more time, but that time ran out today for our darling girl as she said fare-thee-well to us with the dignity, joy, and peace that one could have expected of a fairy princess..

“Farewell my good master, homeward I fly; One day thou shall gain the same freedom as I”
Jelaleddin