Field of Dreams Horse Rescue and Adoption
.............Dreams
...Horse Rescue
.....& Adoption
Furby
When their time comes, where do they go!
Although we wonder, it's for them to know.
It's not the same.  
There's an emptiness echoing throughout the barn.
We are aware of the absence of our very special little friend,
Furby,
a tabby orange and white kitty with soft golden eyes, a notched
right ear,
and a spirit that held the love of everyone who met him.
Without saying a word he had the ability to make us all feel special.
His actions spoke loudly and one by one he captured our hearts.
With his endearing personality,
he welcomed everyone into the barn,
two-legged and four-legged,
inviting them to instantly become part of the family.  
He would sit directly beside you, patiently waiting to be noticed.  
And then, with an unassuming style,
he would nonchalantly begin to make his move,
stretching upward onto your pant leg,
eventually residing and nestling perfectly into your arms.  
There he would stay for as long as you wanted,
purring quietly, contently taking pleasure in each tender touch.
Furby enjoyed his simple days.
It was harmony in motion, an acrobatic achievement,
as he balanced carefully on our shoulders,
traveling with us through the chores of everyday barn life.
It was his mischievous side, and the twinkle in his eye,
that brought smiles to our faces,
as he pounced and chased the leaves floating across the lawn,
playfully creating a new adventure.
His nurturing side was seen as he intertwined himself with Church,
cuddling in the hut, daydreaming of sun-shinny days.
And it was a testament to his tolerance and understanding,
as he allowed his constant companion, Henry,
to shadow him throughout his every movement of the day.
Furby was an example to all of us.  
He gave his love and friendship willingly
and asked for nothing in return
other than a warm embrace or a lap to snuggle on.
They say a cat has nine lives and I have a feeling we will meet again.  
There may come a day, while standing on the porch,
we behold a new kitty,
pouncing and chasing the leaves on the front lawn,
And we will know that Furby is home again.
Whatever the path or direction he chose,
Our hearts will be with him wherever he goes.