"My Buddy is with Buddha and God and all the Greatest Spirits dedicated to Good"
To Buddy, from Mama Jessel - August 14, 2018
| “You got this in the bag” From day one I knew you had this down, You romped and stomped just like a clown, Each bag you faced you had a guide, Who told you how to get inside. You’d slowly approach the openings, And suddenly your heart took wings, Just to see your happy face, Resting in your hiding place. Every time I’d have a spread, Friends threw purses on my bed, And when I looked for you to snag, A sleeping Buddy was “in the bag”. Garbage, grocery, purses too, No bag would get the best of you, In fact the day you passed away, It was in a bag as if to say.... "Mama you have been the best, You put me through the bag test, So know in heaven were I play, It’s in the bag I like to stay." |  First week home in my Target bag  Halloween in my candy basket  On a bag or in a bag, it all felt good to him |
 Holiday bags were so much fun |  Unwrapping Christmas ornaments and found this big one! |
Love comes in so many ways in our lives. The relationships are works of HeART and bring out the best in humans. Buddy was one of those pure, soft, loving spirits who never caused problems or disturbed the energy in any situation. The only thing he liked to share, besides his love, was his fetish for crawling into bags. I had to watch out when he was a kitten because he even loved garbage bags and I worried about him when he crawled too deeply in the bags!
 Trader Joe's bag |  Any container, including baskets, work well |  The sink fit perfectly |
Buddy had kidney disease and lived with it for many years. It was only in the last few days of his life that he told me he was in pain by his cries. He slept in my bed next to me the night before he passed.
Here is the last bag before he passed. I was having a gathering and he crawled into someone's purse on my bed.
I have to thank Lap of Love (Lapoflove.com, [email protected], 707-344-4101) for their amazingly tender and kind response to my plea to come and help me let my Buddy go to Heaven. Dr. Rene made a special effort to rush over early in the morning because I knew Buddy was suffering.
I also want to thank Joy West, Reg Harris and John Stemmer who came to my call that morning and cried with me as we let Buddy float away. I especially want to thank Joy for staying with me the next two nights as I mourned the death of my Baby Boy. Buddy died in my arms with me cradling his beautiful face.
I also want to thank Joy West, Reg Harris and John Stemmer who came to my call that morning and cried with me as we let Buddy float away. I especially want to thank Joy for staying with me the next two nights as I mourned the death of my Baby Boy. Buddy died in my arms with me cradling his beautiful face.
He is buried in the Jessel Gallery Garden (in a bag) with a wine barrel hoop shaped like a heart and hand painted rocks by my wonderful friends and students.
Bless All of YOU for being the Warmest Circle of LOVE surrounding my broken HEART.
Bless All of YOU for being the Warmest Circle of LOVE surrounding my broken HEART.
Update: September 2018
I spent a month in mourning over my Buddy and cried every day. One night I had a dream and a kitty came to me with the name Max. The next day I was checking on Craigslist and this face popped up.
I knew immediately that the dream was my Buddy telling me to reach out and take this kitten home. Max Meoo (second name cause he talks all the time) is the new light in my life and though I miss Buddy still he is adding the laughter and light that had gone out when Buddy passed.
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