17 June 2007

exit, stage left

C. Oliver Cassabaum
1997 - 2007


addendum to original post at 7:45 am... as the Three of my love have had time to work on my heart...

18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. 19 For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. 20 For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope 21 that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. 22 For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. 23 And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. 24 For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? 25 But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. (romans 8 - esv)


HE IS NOW SET FREE

5 comments:

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

Way too young to be romping at the Bridge.

Peace to all his buddies here, both furred and unfurred.

Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry. He was such a beautiful dog - and I am positive that his last days were filled with so much love and fun. He was so lucky to have you in his life, he really was. And now he's gone to the Bridge and he's not in pain anymore. It's never easy though, and if you need anything at all, please just let me know. I'll be thinking of you and your family during this time. *hug*

Tiki, Kirby, and StanLee said...

We are very sorry about Oliver. Purrs, hugs, and good doggie thoughts.

Riley, Tiki, & Kesey

BunnyLuver said...

We are very sorry for your loss.

DK & The Fluffies said...

There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness,
but of power.
They speak more eloquently
than 10,000 tongues.
They are the messengers
of overwhelming grief,
of deep contrition,
and of unspeakable love.

- Washington Irving