He's home

After loosing Honey, my sister and I could not simply have him burried.

She selected this urn as his final resting place. He will stay with her now physically but he will always be in my heart

Being a girl!

If you look around you, everyone is congratulating all females for International Women's day, which is alright I guess. I hope these women sending the messages have been able to make a change in their surroundings and those women receiving them too.

As for me, I will make a very small shout out towards heaven to the two women that have molded and changed my family with their example of kindness, hard work, dedication, commitment and love. Thank you Grandma Aurora and Grandma Santos for being the most amazing role models to my mom and dad and leaving behind a legacy to live up to..

To my mother, who not only gave birth to 2 girls, but raised another and guided them to follow the example my grandmother left behind and now focuses on guiding children in spiritual education. My kid sister who has a huge load on her shoulders educating children in their first year of academic education. My oldest sister for being an example of hard work and sacrifice paying off, simply being amazing and being a rock for my nephews during the hardest moments.

To my friends who have walked the path of being single mothers for whatever reason and not breaking along the way but becoming a positive role model for their children; those that have accepted the responsibility of being responsible for their elderly parents at a very young age;to those that everyday work hard not only to make a living,but to make a change in the world we live in and to those that work everyday in the most difficult workplace,at home, to raise happy children in the world full of greed we live in

Princesses just sit there and look pretty, 

Queens make decisions and rule the world.

Earning his wings

Today Honey earned his wings.

He was no ordinary cat. He enjoyed being a prince in a house full of females. Spoiled by my mother, adored by my sister, loved by my father and raised by me.

My dad found him in the front yard under our tree. He fit in the palm of my dad's hand. I bottle fed him until he was able to be independent and survive Morris' bullying. He had the most beautiful sky blue eyes a Snowshoe Siamese could have.

He saw my sister and me graduate from elementary, jr high, high school and collage. He was younger than my nephew but older than my niece.

He loved chicken, tuna, milk and turkey. Snuggling was a favorite hobby. Being my dad's royal guard while he ate was also a favorite activity. He was extremely social, and loved to come to the living and sit with us when we had guests. His favorite place to sleep was my bed, specially when I was in it.

He survived Snowy, Morris and Shy and is survived by Pumpkin, who learned to see him as her brother. He is also survived by his human family who took him in as a baby that had not yet opened his eyes and stayed with him until his eyes closed forever.

He will be greatly missed and never be replaced.

Honey, rest in peace my adorable furbaby and when Snowy, Morris, Shy and Bequer greet you at the Rainbow Bridge tell them that they are still missed and dearly remembered. Thank you for watching us grow up.

Honey

May 1995- March 2014