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Gaining the trust of a bunny is a difficult thing, so when they return the love, you know you have been a great bunny mommy and daddy. Baby Bunz was my 4 year old holland lop bunny. He was a very special, very beautiful, and very unique little "critter." (one of the many nick-names I had for him ~ Baby Bunz was: Bunz, Bunzie, Crispy Critter, Critter, Punkin, Darlin', Doll face, Binkie Bunny, Flippers, Bunnytude(when he had attitude, of course), I think that's all of them). His loss came as a complete shock, totally unexpected, and I was not ready to lose my angel Baby Bunz on November 3 2007
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I am in the memories that dance upon your soul
Bringing back to you the love that came from
up above. A love that has never left you.
Gentle raindrops falling upon your face
bringing healing. My touch reaches out to
you as they gently flow.
I know are times you look for me, in the
places we once walked side by side.
I hear the sighs coming from your heart
when you don't see me. Just because
you don't see me doesn't mean i am
not there. Because there is not a step that
you take that I don't take it with you.
There are times you listen for my voice
in the winds. Listen carefully and you will hear
me whisper, I am in the love that came
from up above. To warm your heart.
Our forms may change, but the love
we share remains. Growing stronger
with each new day. Glowing with the beauty
of a sunrise.
Remember for me that love is given
in a heart beat and is
always.
©J.C. Stewart ~
BlueBonnetWolf
2007
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One day as I traveled along my life’s path
Three women weaving I happened to see
And I stopped to rest and to watch for a while
As they worked on an intricate tapestry.
As I watched and they wove I began to see
The color of each thread shift and change
And the pattern would alter with the color shift
And the tapestry grew and expanded it’s range.
I continued to watch as they continued to weave
And I saw periodically one a thread would snip
And a small hole would form in the tapestry
And the pattern at that point alter and shift.
 But others would take up each thread as snipped
And weave it into a new tapestry
No thread seemed lost for even a moment
The flow to the looms seemed as smooth as can be.
Then one of the three smiled up at me
Sad eyes that seemed tired with age
And without a word she explained the threads
And the intricate tapestry they made.
“Threads cut shorter a short life or child
Longer threads those of ones older
Bright tones for happy moments in life
Dark tones for times sadder and colder”
And I watched the two looms and their tapestries
Amazed both from the same threads were woven
The first intricate patterned in dark and light
The second flawless with beauty unspoken
As a single tear fell she again spoke to me
“We, the Fates, weave for all time the tapestry of life
We weave with life’s threads, the long and the short
Our patterns colored by joy, pain, and strife.”
“The others are angels who lift up each cut thread
To add to their loom with love oh so gently
Then they weave with colors so perfect and lovely
For their tapestry is the perfect eternity.
©Candace
"No life is ever truly lost – its course is only altered to travel a distant shore.”
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Ebbing tides of sorrow break,
Over those who will seek but ease.
The hearts and souls and minds that ache,
Waiting for the wind called peace.
The love that came from up above,
Was sent with them to us to teach.
Mission complete, took back his loves,
Now we wait for the wind of peace.
They brought His word to us to learn,
Now they fly on wings of iridescent hue,
A silverwolf was sent to me,
Who now flies with wings of blue.
So learn you well the word of love,
Even tho when gone you feel no ease.
When he takes them back above,
And leaves you searching for the wind called peace.
LoboWolf aka Don 10/02/2003
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This picture made for Jacki by CareWolf.
Light a candle in Baby Bunz's memory, for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby,
or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.
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