TO MY LITTLE MAN I love you so much and I know you are still with me. The butterflies visit me often and I know you send them to comfort me. I can't wait to see you at Rainbow Bridge. Rest in peace my little man Arthur. Momma loves you always. To my sweet angel, Arthur, I had no idea you were leaving and I was shocked and saddened when I found you. How I grieve for you. The days are dark now. You were a tiny boy when you came in and stole my heart. When you were a yr old you got sick. You were so weak and tired, I begged you to stay. And you did. I thought for sure you would live to be a little old man, toddling about the house, teasing the kitties and your puppy Piper. Every sweet day you had with me is a treasured memory. How I miss your sweet thieving ways. Stealing my keys, socks, everything you could find. And hiding them in your hiding places. I still find things, like the dog’s bones and the toys you had, and my little garden frog, I had been missing for a year. Well, he now sits on your grave. How I miss hearing your little feet scampering through the house, making your rounds, getting in the cereal box, and running off with cereal. Your special drawer where you would sleep for your naps is still in its place. I can’t put anything in it. It will always be your drawer. You gave me the most special, unconditional love ever. Your puppy Piper is still missing you. She looked everywhere for you. She kept looking at your drawer and barking. Maybe you were coming back in spirit to say goodbye. Maybe she could see you when I couldn’t. I do feel you; I feel your sweet spirit everywhere. The house is so empty without you. I planted a memory garden on your grave. Beautiful flowers are there, and angels and animal statues. And your little frog. I know your playing on Rainbow Bridge. Please wait for me there. I love you sweet boy. My little man. I love you always, Your Mama Butterflies Since My ferret Arthur left me I have had many butterflies visit, usually a black one who is absolutely gorgeous. He landed on me and then flew and sat on Arthur’s headstone. Since, then the black one has dive-bombed me once, lol, this reminded me of Arthur cause he used to play attack me. I have also seen yellow, orange, white ones around. They’re so beautiful. Amy Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep 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 glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die! Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)

Edna