Re: OT!! Walter /Pancho-Faith for

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Hello , its been long. iv just been reading your pieces on walter...moving indeed. just thought i would share with you of an experience I had about a month ago. I live in a block of flats which is not really suitable to keep pets. However one of the tenats in one of the flats kept a cat which was grey and white in colour. I used to see it walk all around and I really loved her but she was not mine. Then one day in the evening I just heard a very soft purr and realised it was the same cat at my doorstep. The hdoor was open. I gestured her to come in but she didnt seem too comfortable with that idea. she came back the following day and this time came inside the house and just walked around the sitting room very freely. I even got some pictures of her. This became an everyday occurance and I didnt mind because I love cats. We nicknamed her

Pancho. She then dissappeared for about three days and showed up later limping terribly. I touched her injured paw and it felt like it was broken. I didnt know what to do because she was not mine and I didnt even know where to start looking. I was later told somebody kicked her really hard on the stairs because he believed she was being used for witchcraft. As I was busy trying to organise a vet pancho disappeared and I have never seen her since. Can ou imagine how I feel. Back to me. I had no outbreak of en until yesterday when I felt a bit of pain near my toes and somewhee behind my ankles. Today it is worse. Im feeling really lousy . I have two nodules and they are making me feel sick. I just finished a course of prednisolone for a recent flare which I had in my eyes(uveitis). I was told it was really bad. Take care. Lots of love, Faith. Strecker wrote: Dear Friends,My girlfriend Lynne has been holding my hand throughout Walter's illness and death. She sent me this poem she wrote and I want to share it with all who have loved and lost a dear pet. Walter, at the Bridge©by Lynne Merrill 4/21/08 I really tried to stay, you know, but it was time for me to leave I'm happy, Mom, and young again. It's not right that you should grieve. I'm at a place they call "The Bridge" and it's where I'm meant to be, I'm sitting in a garden, and it looks like home to me. I just followed a path, and pretty soon, this was where it lead. And Mr. Grey and Marty are here...exactly like you said. The mice are fat, the birds are slow, and the guys and I are fast. We play all day and then cuddle up, when the sun goes down at last. And I always dream the world's best dream, when I sleep or when I nap. And it

seems so real, I know you feel that I'm right there in your lap. And Mommy, I'm gone but I haven't gone far, I think you know that's so.. When you feel a tail that's barely there flick lightly against your toe. Or you feel a whispery sort of kiss, and a whisker across your cheek You'll know I'm there, I just can't come out, like a game of hide and seek. And time is different, here at the bridge, it's not like the time you know. What seems like years and years to you, here was a minute ago. The Bridge is the place where loving hearts go, it's where we all meet again, Where those in our hearts become those in our arms -- it's only a matter of "when." It will feel like forever to you, but here, our time runs swift And brings us together more quickly -- to us, it's like a gift. And always remember, wherever we are, we're never really apart, Not as long as we have memories, not as long as I'm in your heart.

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