Patches I feel she lifted up all our spirits and helped mend our broken hearts after Tigger's tragic death.
She and Socks get along very well and have become each others best friend and partener in crime.
The only time I think he dosen't like Patches is when I come home to visit and give her a lot of attention.
Rest in peace my dear friends.
Loreena McKennitt
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you
On a dark new year's night on the west coast of Claire
I heard your voice singing
Your eyes danced the song, your hands played the tune
'Twas a vision before me
We left the music behind as the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
And smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
With sadness you paused
Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wondered why
As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings
In the clouds above
Turning to go, heard you call out my name
Like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly
"The old ways are lost," you sang as you flew
And I wondered why
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you