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By: Marg (offline) on Thursday, December 23 2010 @ 09:55 AM EST  
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Dear Jean, I was saddened to hear about your Heidi, we lost our cat, Charky, several years ago so I know what you and Gabe are going through. Take care sending you both hughug.

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By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Thursday, December 23 2010 @ 12:52 PM EST  
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Dear Jean,
I am so sorry to hear about Heidi:cry1: I know she meant a lot to you and Gabe.
I can remember so clearly how badly I felt when my PonPon cat died last year Dec 11th, after 21 years of love and friendship.
I would like to add Heidi's picture to our Rainbow Bridge collage, whenever you are ready.
Hugs.

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By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Thursday, December 23 2010 @ 04:34 PM EST  
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Oh Dear I was in such a shape this morning I have a back problem and was hurting so I see I did a boo boo. 2 Heidi pictures, maybe someone can take one off. Diane from Toronto will I hope( so sorry about your pet too) and this is the picture I would like to have Perhaps take the flower pot away. Heidi was doing some serious thinking there and it is a younger picture of her. Thank you everyone of you for being there for Gabe and I it surley is appreciated.Hope Santa will leave you gifts, and that your Christmas is a Merry One and the New Year will be good to our wonderful world. That is my prayer... Jean





       
   
By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Thursday, December 23 2010 @ 08:29 PM EST  
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Click on image to downloadClick on image to download This is a picture of the tree in Russia,.Beautiful huh?The left one is the oldest Christmas tree there is. In England One hundred and twenty-four years after it marked its first yuletide, the world’s oldest Christmas tree is proudly on display once again.

The 14-inch tree was originally bought in 1886 and now belongs to Paul Parker, 45, of Bath, England. It was passed down to him by his mother Janet, who received it from her great-great-aunt Lou in the 1940s, according to the Daily Mail newspaper.

..His mother passed away in 2008, but Parker still plans to carry on the family tradition and display the tree on his mantel this Christmas.

“She treasured it when she was alive, and my father Grahame is comforted that I will be carrying on the family tradition,” Parker told the newspaper.

The ornament was originally purchased for sixpence, but was valued at 1,000 pounds, or $1,585, in 2005 by the television show “Antiques Roadshow.” Guinness World Records has endorsed it as indeed the oldest Christmas tree in the world.

“But putting a price to this kind of object is ridiculous,” Parker told the Daily News. “As the oldest Christmas tree in history, it has no peers.”






       
   
By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Thursday, December 23 2010 @ 08:33 PM EST  
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I may not be able to put this on to-morrow so am doing it to-night. Can't have Christmas with out this poem huh?
"Twas the Night before Christmas Poem"

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"






       
   
By: JudyB (offline) on Thursday, December 23 2010 @ 08:52 PM EST  
JudyB

Quote by: Jean Dagenais

Diane from Toronto will I hope( so sorry about your pet too) and this is the picture I would like to have Perhaps take the flower pot away. Heidi was doing some serious thinking there and it is a younger picture of her.


My thoughts are with you and Gabe, Jean.

I removed the flower pot from your picture of Heidi - hopefully as you wished. Here she is with the flowerpot removed, for Diana to use in the collage.
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I know your Christmas won't exactly be merry - but hope the warmth of the season and all the good wishes coming your way will get you through the next few days. hug

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By: Anonymous: Jean Dagenais () on Thursday, December 23 2010 @ 10:27 PM EST  
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Our Heartfell Thankyou .Judy B. I am kind of recollecting some cute things she used to do and will share this with you. Heidi loved food. I use to called her my little dust mop, for after we finished our meal in the dinning room, she would come in and check if any tid bit had fallen under the table that she could pick up. To-night , it's funny I dropped a little pce of food and so did Gabe. We had to pick it up our dust mop was not there anymore
. So many silly little things I guess you would call it but I remember them all well. The one that really gets me is when I looked out the window at the birds, a little paw pressed down on my foot gave me the notice that she too wanted to look out the window.So I would lift her up and put her in my arms and we both spent time together for awhile.. We of course are devistated but I am so glad you did that for me,she looks so good there. Kindness is acceptable isn't it? and your sweet to help me. I will remember this for as long as time is availvable for me to be here.Yes we will Judy B have a good Christmas,you too !!., that reminds me of another time with Heidi the time she went under the tree and ate a chocolate bar that was special we thought was hidden too for Gabe HAHA wonder she didn't die., then....Happy Memories Judy. Merry Christmas and may many Paws press on your foot too. For,, looking out the window has it's bright side of life. too Always..... HugsJean





       
   
By: Grubby (offline) on Friday, December 24 2010 @ 12:10 AM EST  
Grubby

Good Evening,

It is midnight now..(.EST) past my bedtime...

JudyB... you did a geat job removing the flower pot in the phots Jean posted. Good job. It very kind of you to add Heidi to the collage. She was such a pretty doggie.

Jean...I hope your back is better. I can't believe all the information you post on all kinds of things here. You contribute a lot here at Feathered Friendz.

Well I'm off to crawl into bed...

Everyone have a great Christmas Eve

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Sleep Tight... Don't Let The 'Nest' Bugs Bite!


sleepy Good night

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When You Share Something Nice,
It's Like Having It Twice!

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