post from heaven, Love Phoebe


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it’s not too bad up here so far, the daisies stretch for miles against the green, green trails and I see nothing but blue sky before me.  Last night as I was drifting off, Taz, that pain in the butt cat of Claire’s actually came to greet me at the gate.  Instead of swiping his paw across my face, he gently stroked my paw and turned his head left for me to follow.

We rode on a carpet of billowy white clouds, you wouldn’t think they could hold so much up here in heaven, but they do.  I was walking up the grassy meadow, when I saw my Mu.  She was busy chasing a rabbit so she didn’t see me at first, but then, she looked up and her little floppy ears went straight up.  “AAAh , AAAAh,” she cried.  We bounded down the green lawn from our opposite ends and started licking each other like it was yesterday.

“How are things down below?” she barked.  “Not bad, but I am afraid I’ve left our loved ones in a lurch, they didn’t know my plane was coming.  Quite frankly it caught me by surprise.”

” There I am Sunday boxing with Claire and then Wednesday night she and Ram are performing the last rites over me.  What the heck?”

“Why  they can’t tell you, kind of prepare everyone, it sure would make things easier.  I would have really liked  to get my affairs in order: steal my last piece of garbage with cheese on it; relish my last tummy massage; harrass  the heck out of the cat; really enjoy my last walk on the firm ground; make sure Radames rubbed  my ears extra long (oh yeh, he did do that).”

After Mu and I talked, I walked over to the intake room, something about my next home, apparently someone needs a whole lot of love and fast, and I’ll only get a short respite time up here in the clouds.  I’m going to miss them, Ram and Claire, I feel their love but I wish I could just lick off the  tears I see  running down their cheeks.  Adios from the gentle giant, I’d yell to them.


below is a video I made for Mu when she died on Christmas Eve 08, I just don’t know what else to do with this heart wrenching grief:  <iframe width=”420″ height=”315″ src=”” frameborder=”0″ allowfullscreen>



photograph of our Boxer Phoebe among the daisies
Phoebe 2011 among the daisiesPhoebe sniffing



  1. thank you Rima, Kathy & Anna…I bet even Phoebe felt the love from you:-). On this one there may be acceptance but always a sense of the randomness & cruelty of life. Why?


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