horseless carriage
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Our beloved Khandi crossed over to Rainbow Bridge last Saturday. She was a seventeen-year-old Birman cat. Always a striking beauty, but also a very strong personality. Tell her off for some indiscretion and she would flick her tail as if to say: "Up your's!" How I so loved her, the tears just won't stop.
We have a pet cemetery. Rather than bury them in the garden or elsewhere, our pets have a four feet high, plant pot, in which they are laid to, rest in peace. A rose grows out of the top of the pot. When China-Doll passed her rose was called: "Sweet Memories." Later, we lost Lulu, her rose was called: "All my loving." Khandi's rose we have contrived, originally called, "Lots of kisses," we renamed the rose to: "Khandi Khisses."
Farewell my treasured feline friend, how I will miss you. You have left a hole in my heart that will be a long time healing.
We have a pet cemetery. Rather than bury them in the garden or elsewhere, our pets have a four feet high, plant pot, in which they are laid to, rest in peace. A rose grows out of the top of the pot. When China-Doll passed her rose was called: "Sweet Memories." Later, we lost Lulu, her rose was called: "All my loving." Khandi's rose we have contrived, originally called, "Lots of kisses," we renamed the rose to: "Khandi Khisses."
Farewell my treasured feline friend, how I will miss you. You have left a hole in my heart that will be a long time healing.