Taigar

1988 - 2007
LocationRhoose, Vale Of Glamorgan
Age18 years
Date of Birth27/10/1988
Date of Death13/01/2007
Visitors1,332 since 22/05/2009
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Taigar was a good Cat a big cat he was 4ft 3inch from tip of tail to tip of nose and he followed me everywhere he became an integral part of the family for so long it was hard to let him go and I miss him so much but he is in heven with mom and dad and I know he's happy up there take care old friend and i wish you well and I will love you and remember you always

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love u so much tiggy miss u loads xxxxxxx

Aimi Wilkes (Best Friend)

July 10, 2010

TAIGAR XXXXXX

When God created kitty cats,
He had no recipe;
He knew He wanted something sweet,
As sweet as sweet could be.
He started out with sugar,
Adding just a trace of spice;
Then stirred in drops of morning dew,
To keep them fresh and nice.
He made them into acrobats,
And gave them grace and poise;
Their wide-eyed curiosity,
He took from little boys.
He put whiskers on their faces,
Gave them tiny ears for caps;
Then shaped their little bodies,
To snugly fit on laps.
When one jumped up upon His lap,
God gently stroked its head;
The cat gave Him a kitty kiss,
"What wondrous love," God said.
God smiled at His accomplishment,
So pleased with His creation;
And said, with pride, as He sat back,
"At last. . .I've reached purr-fection!"
~ Virginia Ellis ~

Sue Smith

January 13, 2010

Precious Love

The agony is so great...
and yet I will stand it.
Had I not loved so very much...
I would not hurt so much.
But God knows I would not want to diminish
that precious love...
By one fraction of an ounce.
I will hurt...
And I will be grateful for that hurt
For it bears witness to the depth of my love.
And for that I will be eternally grateful.

AUTHOR:UNKNOWN

Joanne Stella'S Mam

October 12, 2009

look after harvey as well tiggy wiggy miss ya and love ya puddy cat xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Aimi Wilkes (Best Friend)

June 23, 2009

hey tig !!!

Hi Tiggy, Miss you so much I could do with one of your famous cuddles about now - take care of Peggy, Majic, and Benson , and I dont have to tell you to look after felix couse hes there pestering you as I write this !!!! - love you always as you were my best buddy I REALLY do miss you tig .....

Love Mike

Michael John Wilkes (Owner)

June 21, 2009

Beyond the Rainbow

As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.
I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful -- lush and green and wide!
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do.

I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright Glow pierced the night.
'Twas the Glow of many Candles shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.

For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,
We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.

(Written by CG - 1995)

Mel Xxxxx

May 27, 2009

loves ya puddy cat x

hey tigs miss you so much i miss you arguing with me nanna having 2 have the last meaow lol and nicking the prawns that mike was trying 2 cook oh the look on his face was classic love you xxxxxxxxxxx

Aimi Wilkes (Best Friend)

May 22, 2009

Taigar Taigar

Taigar, Taigar, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Taigar, Taigar, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

- William Blake (1757-1827)

Michael John Wilkes (Owner)

May 22, 2009
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