I thought of you today, but that is nothing new.
                               I thought about you yesterday, and days before
                               that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak
                               your name. All I have are memories and a picture
                               in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, from
                               which I'll never part. God has you in his arms.
                               I have you in my heart.

                               I am a tiny Angel
                               I'm smaller than your thumb;
                               I live in people's pockets
                               That's where I have my fun
                               I don't suppose you've seen me
                               I'm too tiny to detect;
                               Though I'm with you all the time,
                               I doubt we've ever met.
                               Before I was an Angel...
                               I was a Fairy in a flower:
                               God, himself hand-picked me,
                               And gave me Angel power.
                               Now God has many Angels
                               That He trains in Angel pool:
                               We become his eyes and ears and hands
                               We become His special tools.
                               And because God is so busy,
                               With way to much to do;
                               He said that my assignment is
                               to keep close watch on you.
                               When He tucked me in your pocket,
                               He blessed you with Angel care;
                               Then told me to never leave you,
                               and I vowed always to be with you.

                               If Tears could build a Stairway and Memories a Lane,
                               I'd walk right up to Heaven and bring you Home again .

                                                               Our Elmo

                                                                            Dec 16/2015 to July 24/2023

                                                              Our Maja

                                                                                 July 3/2011 to July 14/2023

                                                               Our Bailey

                                                                             January 24/2010 to March 14/2023

                                        Our Odie

                                                                           December 17/2010 to April 19/2022

                                  Our Kianna

                                                                       January 3/2007 To February 10/2021

                                    Our Louise

                                                               July 4/2009 to January 13/2021

                                Our Elina

                                                    October 3/2006 to August 27/2019

                                                Our Reba

                                                        June 22/2007 to June 24/2019

                                 Our Roxy

                                           May 27/2007 to Nov 9/2018

                                Our Elvis

Jan 14/2008 to Sept 9/2013

                               Our Shadow

Okt 14/2000 to July 20/2011

                                 Our Chino

March 5/1997 to Sept 4/2009

12 1/2 years old

                               Our Rufis

June 30/2006 to November 9/2007

                               Our Chevies

Spring 1993 to Fall 2006

13 years old .

                                 Our Bear

March 1999 to June 2000

                                Our Waldi

Spring 1987 to Summer 1997

                               On Judgment Day Saint Peter stands,
                               A list of virtues in his hands.
                               As all the souls in silence wait
                               To see who'll pass through heaven's gate.
                               " You'll enter first," he says," if you
                               can swear your heart was always true.
                               And you were constant to the end,
                               a steadfast, loyal, devoted friend.
                               Never spiteful, never mean,
                               Unchanging through good times and lean.
                               With no desire but this: to be allowed to
                               love eternally."
                               And this is why Saint Peter's hand
                               Throw wide the heavenly portals, and
                               With wagging tails and shining eyes
                               The dogs walk into paradise.