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Our cats came from a private home being used as a charity, a cottage home swarming with immaculately behaved animals and beautiful foliage, under the heart of a red haired mistress. I remember her saying she wanted them to go to a special home, they were special cats....in her heart. Giving them up was like giving up part of herself I think.
We were very pleased with the cats, with the charity, with the woman Debbie. We gave her the equivelant of $150 for them even though she did not require a fee. Now I want to give her something better, I want to give up something of myself that I've put a lot into just as she did for me. I took several pictures of the cats and had them made in 6 by 8 inches for her and also I've drawn a portrait of Josh.
It may be hard to read my poem (The Soul) especially since I cropped it, but it reads as this:
My soul was a glass bowl of smoke
Gently lifted into your hands
The dream that lured me with you
A stone that I put in my pocket and cherished
You, magnificent storm of electricity
Left me whole in the world, gave me paws
To climb into my life, to make the world my garden
We were very pleased with the cats, with the charity, with the woman Debbie. We gave her the equivelant of $150 for them even though she did not require a fee. Now I want to give her something better, I want to give up something of myself that I've put a lot into just as she did for me. I took several pictures of the cats and had them made in 6 by 8 inches for her and also I've drawn a portrait of Josh.
It may be hard to read my poem (The Soul) especially since I cropped it, but it reads as this:
My soul was a glass bowl of smoke
Gently lifted into your hands
The dream that lured me with you
A stone that I put in my pocket and cherished
You, magnificent storm of electricity
Left me whole in the world, gave me paws
To climb into my life, to make the world my garden