| Location | Radcliffe |
| Age | 10 years |
| Date of Birth | 18/08/1998 |
| Date of Death | 23/07/2009 |
| Visitors | 622 since 28/07/2009 |
| Creator |
Homer was born on the 18th August 1998, he came to us at 8 weeks old, having chosen him at a local
animal sanctuary. He was one of three brothers born at Bleakholt Animal Sanctuary and was given the
name Miles. We didn't like the name Miles, as we felt it didn't quite suit him, so we named him
Homer.
Homer was 4 weeks old when we asked could we have him, but the Animal Sanctuary wouldn't release him
until he'd been weaned from his mother.
During the first few weeks at his new home, Homer was known to be very mischievous. He used to climb
the curtains, pluck the wallpaper and just be up to no good. We even stayed up one night, all night,
to tire him out so that he would sleep during the night, but like always Homer would come alive at
night.
As the years went by Homer became such a handsome tabby cat. He was set in his ways. He didn't like
sitting on your knee or coming near you when you'd just washed your hands. He had his daily
routines wherein he would come to you at 4.00am walk up and down you until you turned and you was
lying on your back, then he would cuddle up to you placing his paws around your neck, like he was
cuddling you.
Homer used to like his front paws being kissed, he would gently place his paws on your lips for you
to kiss them and he would stare at you opening and shutting his eyes, like he was smiling at you,
and once he'd had enough, he would just get up, come over to you and rub his head on your head, like
he was saying thank you.
Only in the last 3 years Homer started enjoying the outside, he used to love sniffing the flowers
and used to always go to sleep on the top of the shed. He always went there so he could see what we
were doing inside the house.
Homer was such a loyal and caring cat, once our vet told us that he was so sensitive that we didn't
have to worry about him wandering, he loves his owners so much that he stresses about them leaving
him.
Homer was everything to us, he was caring, kind, gentle, loyal to the end.
Homer was knocked down on the 23rd July 2009 and even in his last moments he fought to get back home
to us.. but unfortunately didn't make it back.
We miss him more than words can say, we are trying to come to terms with his death because for Homer
to go on a road was totally out of character and we wish we could turn back time and that our
beloved pet would come home to us.
Our home is empty now that he's gone, and the one thing that is keeping us going is that Homer is at
Rainbow Bridge running freely without any worries and that one day our paths will cross again.
Homer you were loved for 11 years and it has been an honour to have been loved by you
unconditionally.
We miss you but your memory will live on in us all.
Love mummy and daddy xx
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Just want to say a big thanks for everyone who has ever left a tribute or lit a candle for my Homie
especially Melanie thank you xxx
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A Peek Into Heaven
Copyright 2006 Callie Sanders Thornton
Just one little peek into heaven,
Is all I'm asking for today.
I just want to know how he's doing,
And heaven seems so far away.
Is he playing on the clouds with angels?
Is he laughing and running today?
Does he miss me?
I guess only he knows.
Oh why does heaven seem so far away?
If you just let me look for a moment,
To catch a glimpse of his sweet smiling face,
I promise I won't try to take him,
I know, he's in a better place.
Just one little peek into heaven,
Is all I'm asking for today.
I just want to know how he's doing,
And heaven seems so far away...
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♥ I Hear Each Tear ♥
My Mom doesn't know I'm watching her
but I'm watching her just the same.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
at the mention of my name.
She says it sounds like music to her ears
and be heard over a crowd.
Oh, I hear each tear fall on her face,
when my name is said aloud.
I watch her stumble through each day
as she wishes the day would end.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
as she talks of me with her friends.
But there are few who truly understand.
Oh this I've heard her proclaim.
And I hear each tear fall on her face.
Will my Mom ever be the same?
I know that her smile can light up a sky,
But I don't see that smile today.
Oh, but I hear each tear fall on her face,
her blue skies have turned to grey.
Oh I send to her my warmest hug
with the rays of the morning sun.
Then I won't hear a tear fall on her face,
for I shall erase them one by one.
Yes, my Mom doesn't know I'm watching her,
but I'm watching her just the same.
And if I hear a tear fall on her face
I'll just softly whisper her name.
(Kay Des'Ormeaux)
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Summerlands
Just the other side of death's curtain are the Summerlands. All the pets who have died go through this curtain and though they can still watch us, we can't see them. Sometimes the curtain is thin in places and we catch a glimpse of our lost companion waiting on the other side. Sometimes the curtain twitches as they look through at us and we can feel them or feel a sudden draft as the curtain falls back into place. The Summerlands exist in the long, lazy late afternoons of an eternal golden summer of remembered childhood; the time when everything seems most alive and sweetest smelling. Our animals are young again and turned to perfect health. There is always space and time to play and love, places to be with others and places to be alone together. When our time comes, the curtain is lifted from our eyes and we can see the Summerlands ourselves. Waiting there for us are the animals and people we loved in life and we can see them clearly at last. The time has come for us to move away from the curtain and renew these interrupted friendships. Sometimes we can't help but take a peek through the curtain just to see how our own loved ones are doing before they come to join us.
Author Unknown
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nearly 4 months
it's nearly 4 months since you went away Homer,and there's not a single minute of the day that I don't miss you my little boy.
I miss your early morning wake up calls, your little meow to let me know your there, your gentleness your cuddles. I miss everything/
I know that's its not good to focus on that tragic day, I just want to remember you for all the joy and happiness that your brought into my life for almost 11 years.
I will always cherish the time we had. You made me realise that loving you was a truly magical experience that any man, woman, child could ever share. You let us into your life and you played such a big part in ours. You showed us how to love unconditionally and for that my boy, we will be eternally blessed.
I just wish you were still here, but I know there is nothing I can do or say that will make that happen and I have to let you rest in peace.
Love you always and forever my little sweet Prince. until we meet again...
Mummy
Rainbows appear only on dreary, rainy days.
They beautify the world for a few brief moments.
These moments, however, can be spectacular.
YOU were our brief rainbow.
You entered our life
And stayed but a short while.
Nonetheless, the memories of those moments
When you blessed us with laughter and delight,
Joy and smiles,
Charm and beauty,
Gaiety and silliness,
Sunlight and moonbeams,
Giggles and love (ad infinitum)...
Made the deluge,
The tears of pain and anger,
Helplessness and fear,
Insanity and agony,
Sadness and heartbreak,
Emptiness and loneliness
Bearable
Rainbows, however brief,
Make the world a brighter, lovelier place.
How grateful we are that we had you,
Our brief rainbow.
(Peggy Kociscin)
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♥ Peace My Heart ♥
♥ Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
♥ Let it not be a death but completeness.
♥ Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
♥ Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
♥ Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
♥ Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
♥ I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.
♥ Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher ♥
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Thinking of you Homer. xxxxx
I Thought of You Today.
I woke early this morning, lifted the shade
to a sky overcast and gray.
No ray of sun to brighten my heart,
and I thought of you today.
The breezes of summer are no more
and have moved along on their way.
The crisp air of autumn has settled in,
and I thought of you today.
The crunch of the leaves under my feet,
I remembered how you loved to play,
chasing the leaves across the yard,
and I thought of you today.
As the daylight faded into dusk
and the shadows came to play,
I lit a candle and watched the flame dance,
and I thought of you today.
I crawled into bed, turned out the lamp
and glanced where you used to lay.
The tears came again, as they always do,
as I thought of you today.
(Author Unknown)
~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Magic Of A Rainbow
I'll never see a rainbow
That I won't think of you;
Though days seem bleak and dreary
The sun is shining through.
A symbol of God's love fulfilled
In beauty, hope and grace;
A rainbow is a mirror
Reflecting His own face.
It arches o'er the mountains
With Heaven its domain;
Its brilliant colors wakened by
The grayness and the rain.
Now may I see the rainbows sent
To ease my broken heart,
Promising His healing love,
Shine through when teardrops start.
Miraculous, magical rainbows,
Blessing the sadness with peace;
God gently smiling and touching,
Bidding the sadness cease.
(Peggy Kociscin)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ❤ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Where Peace Flows Like a River.
Together we will journey
To that land up in the sky
Where the flame does burn eternal
And the soul does never die.
Where the harps are gently playing
As a host of angels sing
Where the road is paved with diamonds
And the golden bells do ring.
Where the path is set before us
Shining brightly as the sun
We will see the face of Jesus
When our final race is run.
Where the peace flows like a river
Winding through the streets of gold
We will dine with priests and prophets
When the key to life, we hold.
Where the flame does burn eternal
In that sacred Promised Land
Where God holds the gift of freedom
In the cleft of His right hand.
Where we'll see the face of loved ones
Long before us, gone away
What a day of sweet rejoicing
When we meet again someday.
Where we'll gather at the river
In our home up in the sky
Where the peace flows like a fountain
And the soul does never die.
Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson
2004
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