24/09/01 - 08/05/13
Human family: Mark and Vicky Photo(s) of Belle (1)
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Belle
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
- The Crow
we miss the early morning cutches on the bed,
the cutches in the night,
and all the times we used to fight,
we miss you chattering your different tones,
each one meaning something to us,
demanding food and demanding to play,
your food we should have put on a tray,
we miss the way you stole your mothers seat,
on her way to bed you would attack her feet,
we miss the way you carried your sock,
this meant it was time for bed,
although this would happen early in the day,
you always did get your own way,
but most we will miss is being with you and having your constant love and companionship,
you made us complete a pyramid,
now our hearts are broken with your loss,
we will never forget you our little boss,
rest in peace our little Belle,
until we are our pyramid once again,
we love you mum and dad.
xxx
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