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06.20.09

I am pleased and grateful to announce that our little buddy, Mr. Cream is finally able to walk around all by himself! He hasn’t regained all of his strength in his back legs and is still favoring his left leg a bit but he gets around well enough to experience independence again. He can even climb up and down the masterfully crafted pillow ramp next to our bed. He does much better on the carpeted areas but has been doing better on the linoleum as each day passes. He seems happy and contented with what is. Miss Moon, his love interest, has decided to see aside whatever issues she had toward him since the accident and is once again giving him kisses and love again. I know that helps his spirits tremendously. We have stopped both of his Lymphoma medications and are now treating all of his issues with Homeopathy, Herbal remedies, supplements and healing light energy. He has put on quite a bit of weight, his coat is full and soft again and he once again has the full face he had when he was still a young man. Again, I want to thank all of you who sent prayers and healing energy to us. I know that it took a lot to create this miracle for my sweet Boy. xoxo

[15:43] Hope Naxos shoves open the heavy door, completely unaware of its weight. She doesn't enter with her usual care, letting the door slam behind her as loud as it may as she darts forward toward the altar. Her hair hangs limply around her face in damp curls, and everything about her seems wild, manic. She doesn't notice Caty off to the side as she passes, stumbling a few times as her boots catch on the carpet before she reaches the end of the line of pews and sinks to her knees.

[15:44] Caty Weezles had just started blowing out a few of the candles. Her small hand reached the lighting stick, dipping it into the candle and you would hear a small voice say, "God, this is for my mommy. I miss her and if you can tell her I miss her I'd like that lots." And then she stopped hearing the door open and shut. Turning to see who entered her own sanctuary, the stick still afire. "Miss Hope?"