Chickeny was Junebug's bestest little buddy...so pretty and sweet...shocked and amused everybody a few months ago when she laid her first egg while on her play tree four feet off the ground, then looked down at it like "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT??!!!"...loved her mate Willy, in spite of the fact he could be a pain at times...Mom, Dad, and Willy miss you little Chickeny...fly free and happy with Raunchy and BGD, they probably have lots of Quaker mischief to teach you...we will treasure our memories of you until the day we are reunited.

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This Little Bird

"I'll lend you, for a little while, a bird of mine," He said.
For you to love while she lives, and mourn when she is dead.

It may be six or seven years, or maybe twenty-three,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?

She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay, as all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this bird to learn.

I've looked the whole world over in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.

Now will you give her all your love - not think this labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call, to take her back again.

I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, thy will be done."
For all the joy this bird shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shower her with tenderness and love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.

And should the angels call for her much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand"

Author Unknown

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Last Night

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said " it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew....
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out... then come home to be with me.

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If you know who the author of either of these beautiful poems is, please let me know. I'd like to give them credit.

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