We were sent so many beautiful things for Biffy. We wanted to include some of them on this page.
Rest now, worry no more...your time of battle is done.
Those you leave behind weep, their hearts broken and empty.
The light and music of your being no longer dances in their homes,
but the beauty of your memory lives in their souls.
Gentle warrior, lay down your sword and shield,
and cross the bridge into the golden light and love of God;
feel no more illness, or pain.
Walk among the flowers and green grass and be healthy once again.
There are many there to greet you...you won't be alone.
Those who are grieving will know one day that you're at rest
when they feel the soft brush of your whiskers against their cheek,
the muted whisper of your purr, whenever sunlight dances in a room...
they'll know it's you saying "I'm okay now...I'm waiting for you".
For Biffy
You lived alone, at large for nine long years,
And when your health was in its long decline,
then Jeff and Di gave you their home and heart.
Sweet face and special ways set you apart
from other cats (though all have pointed ears).
Despite unsteady health and constant fears,
you showed your strength and you were smart --
You always knew, right from the very start,
you found your place -- at home with those two dears.
both Jeff and Di were always by your side;
they loved you well and never did resign
from treatments, vet trips; chicken was supplied
whenever you did not much care to dine.
You took your chemo; you were very brave.
You stole the hearts that they so freely gave.
I felt as though Biffy were a part of our family. I shared every update with Alan. I told the boys each night as we lit the candles that we lit them for a very special little guy at the other end of the country. I still have Biffy's picture out. It has taken me some time to deal with losing him, and yet I still find it hard to believe that he is gone. His spirit is so strong, it lingers still, here in my heart.
Jeff's tribute to Biffy was stunning. I can't remember when I last read such loving thoughts, and such beautiful memories so cherished. And Di, your poetry, as always, ripped several large holes in my heart. I thought I was done crying for my loss, but I'm not.
I had to think about these words, and now I can only feel that they are inadequate to express how deeply I loved Biffy, how much I miss him, how deeply your words have touched me.
Biffy was a fighter, as was Tardy. I somehow feel that they are soulmates, bound together by our love for each other, and by their love for life, be it the old one they shared with us, or the new one they share now together.
I thank God for knowing Biffy through your eyes. For being a small part of his life, even though it was only for a year. He was, and is, a very, very special soul.
*****tears*****
Where You Used To Be
Where you used to be,
I miss you.
there is a hole in the world.
which I find myself walking around
in the daytime,
and falling in at night.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
Thank you Lisa-too for the making Biffy's background, and Rev Di for making the framed image for us.