The Lead Role in a Cage

So. So you think you can tell Heaven from hell. Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk-on part in a war for the lead role in a cage?

Saturday, May 5, 2007

I'll miss you, Sniggles

Sniggles...4/1/89-5/5/07.
Rest in Peace

Sniggles went to the Rainbow Bridge today :(
She was 18 years old, and she lived with us for 11 of them. She slept on my bed with me every night, and was the best lap kitty ever. She was my Sniggy-poo and I'll miss her for a long, long time.
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