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"Death is not the extinguishing of the light... it is the
putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come."

~ Indian Poet Rabindranath Tagore

Misty Blue 

The angels opened their arms wide and in heavenly harmony
sang "Welcome home sweet Misty Blue, welcome home."

Dedicated to easing the pain of pet loss

In the grips of our worst pain lies the truth and purity of our greatest love.  Without a doubt losing our animal companions is intensely painful.  For many grieving hearts there is no one to lean on.  This is one of the many reasons why I've created this website, to offer others what was so freely given to me when I needed it and understanding.

Misty Blue is responsible for the words on these pages, I am merely the messenger.  My own words will never be enough to describe the relationship that I had with this retired racing greyhound nor can they express the very deep emotional bond that we continue to share.  Misty's influence carries a wonderful message of unconditional love and devotion.  I thank God, Misty Blue and the Bridgekids for allowing me the honor of sharing with you her legacy of pure love.  This is one dance I would not have missed for the world.

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Music playing ~ "The Dance"
Copyright © and sequenced by Rich Austin.

The Dance - (Garth Brooks)

Looking back on the memory of
the dance we shared, beneath the stars above.
For a moment all the world was right,
how was I to know that you'd ever say goodbye?
And now I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the dance.
Holding you, I held everything,
for a moment, wasn't I the king?
If I'd only known how the king would fall
who's to say, you know I might have changed it all.
And now I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the dance.


"How many angels are there? One--who transforms our life--is plenty."
Traditional saying

Angel In The Sky
(by Terri Onorato)

There is a star in heaven
and on it is a place,
that's been reserved for you since birth
a place meant for your name.

This star has watched you through the years
but it could not stand alone,
it rested high on angel wings
awaiting your trip home.

You slipped away, I held you close,
your soul flowed through my heart,
I felt your last breath through my tears
I felt your pain depart.

Tonight I looked up to the sky
and there for me to view
was one lone star shining bright
your name was shining too.

You were my angel on this earth,
you're my angel in the sky.
Wait for me, someday you'll see
our names shine side by side.


   Faith is like electricity. You can't see it, but you can see the light.  

The Silhouette
(by Terri Onorato)

The silhouette stands boldly
at the end of the hallway
ears erect, eyes like jewels
the tail, it softly sways.

This wouldn't be the first time
I've seen her stand nearby
her image clear as crystal
from the corner of my eye.

Her visits I don't share with some
who think I've went over and beyond
the grieving time they deem I need,
they say I should move on.

I sometimes pity people who
have never felt just cause
to share the bond between two souls,
one with hands and one with paws.

The silhouette reminds me
what the others say is wrong
for as long as breath goes through me
there exists our mighty bond.

When the Keeper calls me home
and the Bridge gates open wide
our bond will deepen ten fold
as we walk through side by side.

You see, I am the lucky one
as I've been truly blessed
for someday we'll walk together
as eternal silhouettes.


Someone to watch over me...
My guardian angel bear

"Make yourself familiar with the angels, and behold them frequently in
spirit; for without being seen, they are present with you."

St. Francis De Sales

Art (c) Penny Parker

What I Haven't Done
(For Misty Blue by Terri Onorato)

I won't ask for your forgiveness
for the things I haven't done;
I trust you know I can't control
your fate that's sure to come.

I won't ask for your acceptance
for the things I've yet to say,
our shortened time together
is swiftly taking that away.

How can I fill these last few months
with words that truly need
a lifetime longer than you have
been given here with me?

I'll miss the face I'll never see,
the classic canine face;
a mask of white that comes with age,
a painted stroke of grace.

I can't believe I'll miss the years
I've dreamed of from the start
in which we grow quite old and gray,
together, heart to heart.

I want to take this time right now
to thank you for your love,
the kind that knows no boundaries,
holds my heart tight as a glove.

I won't ask your understanding
for the time that's fading fast;
if I could have my way today
you'd stay forever in my grasp.

I won't ask for your forgiveness
for our days on earth apart.
Someday soon we'll meet again
and our new journey then will start.


A Brilliant Rainbow
(by Terri Onorato)

High on whispered wings I fly
a radiant star, I light the sky.
Toward the sun I soar so free,
a brilliant rainbow follows me.
I pulsate through your very soul
and in my paws your heart I hold.
The day will come when you'll fly too,
I'll be here then to welcome you.
Until the time we meet again
I won't journey far my friend.
For in your love I live so free,
a brilliant rainbow guiding me.


Wings of Light
(by Terri Onorato)

A gracious host of angels
prepare throughout the night
a place within the cosmos
for the newest wings of light.

Rising from the lives they've known
these spirits leave the earth,
then one by one, side by side
their wings of light emerge.

A brilliant love engulfs them
and they quickly understand
the gift of life eternal waits
within the promise land.

Like radiant stars on canvas
their spirits fill the night
and our broken hearts are cradled in
their loving wings of light.

Whispering Souls
(by Terri Onorato)

I sometimes hear it late at night,
the gentle sound of angel flight,
descending from a higher place
closing gaps of time and space.

A gentle breeze upon my skin
pulls me from my dreams again;
a loving soul gone far too long
returns to reaffirm our bond.

My mind is racing, questions fly,
"You left so soon, please tell me why!"
the whispered words then spoke to me
released my pain and set me free.

"There is a place beyond this earth
where all souls seek divine rebirth,
no explanation can describe
the world in which pure love resides.

This place belongs to everyone
and when your time on earth is done
you'll travel here as all souls do,
no fear or pain will follow you.

Until the day your journey starts
you'll find me tucked inside your heart,
and when you feel our distance vast
your whispered words will bring me back.

This I promise you my friend,
we'll be together once again
and all the love our hearts can hold
will join as one our whispering souls."


In the Blink of an Eye
(by Terri Onorato)

In the blink of an eye you found me
I needed a friend as did you
I was sinking into the depths of despair,
you seemed to be losing ground too.

It took us awhile but we bonded,
our love for each other grew strong.
We weathered the storms of the fearful,
to each other's hearts we held on.

We jumped painful hurdles together
healing our hearts on the way.
Our stumbles revealed hidden blessings
filling our lives with sweet grace.

Just as our friendship was blooming
it came time for you to go home,
your spirit flew high as my heart broke
in the blink of an eye you were gone.

You assured me you made it to heaven
and the bond that we share cannot die.
Someday when I get there you'll greet me
two souls joined in the blink of an eye.


What is Dying?
by Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails
to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length,
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
"There, she is gone."
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her load
of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes."
And that is dying.

blue angel

In deep gratitude to Misty Blue
for all that she has shared.

My Canine Soulmate
(by Terri Onorato)

How did you know something was missing?
How did you know I needed you?
Were you so sure we'd fit together,
weren't you afraid I wouldn't do?

How did you know my patience level
was the cause for such dismay?
What fateful process brought you to me
that I might learn to change my ways?

What force beyond my knowledge
brought you here so masterfully?
Did God know that I was failing
at the life He gave to me?

Why is it you're not angry
at how your past has treated you?
Is yours a lesson in forgiveness
I should grasp and hold onto?

How can you love without conditions
aware my lessons aren't complete?
Will you stick by me as I continue
to absorb the things you teach?

Did God tell you I was sinking
when He placed you in my life?
Or did you pick me above all others,
a willing sacrifice?

Do you know that my heart yearns
to be a better friend to you?
Will you share with me your wisdom,
teach me to love the way you do?

My sweetest canine soulmate
will your insight you bestow?
And answer just one question,
please tell me friend, how did you know?

The Sacrifice
(Terri Onorato)

Although it's been a few short months
my heart, it tries to mend
for it wasn't long ago I felt
my world come to an end.

It was a breezy summer day
as I sat beside her bed
and spoke to her my words of love
while I stroked her silky head.

She placed her paw upon my lap;
her thoughts rang in my ears
for what she was about tell
would greatly calm my fears.

You see, I'm getting ready now
to start a whole new life,
free of pain and agony
but not without a sacrifice.

The sacrifice is yours to make
and it hurts so much I know.
Good health for me? More time for you?
The choice is yours alone.

If you decide that I should stay
for just a bit more time
I will wait with loving patience
as your heart struggles with your mind.

If you decide that I should go
it will be your greatest gift to me
for the sacrifice you make today
will gently set me free.

When you look into my loving eyes
search deep and you will see
my grateful thanks for the sacrifice
you so kindly made for me.

   "Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."  
(H. Jackson Brown, Jr.)

(Very shortly after Misty died I found this wandering balloon in our yard.
It said "Smallish friends are sweetest.")

She Waits For Me
(by Terri Onorato)

Before the dawn of morning
on a hillside soft and green
I see a shadow in the mist
and know she waits for me.

The yellow moon her backdrop,
the stars above her glow,
her eyes illuminate the night
and beckon to my soul.

The softly veiled expanse that lies
between her world and mine
reveals a tiny ray of light
where hope eternal shines.

This tiny light of promise starts
where earth and heaven meet
and in her eyes I see that I
need only to believe.

A gentle breeze is escort to
the early morning dawn
and for the slightest moment then
we breathe the air as one.

A songbird greets the sunlight
rising high above the trees
and as her shadow joins the light
I know she waits for me.

"Many people offer shallow words of comfort as I grieve. They are not willing to sit with me in my painful darkness as I so need them to do. They wish instead to rush me through my grief to a place of light. They do this, subconsciously or not, because it makes them feel better. It does nothing comforting or positive for me. I cannot be forced back to the light. I will get there when the time is right for me but I will not be the same. I cannot be the same. To think differently is unrealistic. I cannot expect understanding but can only hope for it." ~ Terri Onorato

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"Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it,
casts the shadow of burden behind us."

Samuel Smiles

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* Spirit Paws ~ Honoring Spiritual Animal Companions *


   In memory of my dear friend (Sunshine) Storicks.
You are greatly missed. I'll see you soon in Paradise...

   In Memory of (Da Man) Tejada  

   In Memory of Mattie (Cowgirl) Brainard  


   Heavenly Angels - thank you Mattie


Missy's Rose Of Remembrance Award - thank you Mattie


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