Tonight our hearts are saddened by the loss of our dearest buddy, Kittibits. As Miracle has already said, we miss him already.

Our Scottish is pretty bad but we managed to locate a poem which we dedicate to you, Kittibits.

Sleep Well

Sleep weel, my bairnie, sleep.
The lang, lang shadows creep,
The fairies play on the munelicht brae
An´ the stars are on the deep.

The auld wife sits her lane
Ayont the cauld hearth-stane,
An´ the win´ comes doon wi´ an eerie croon
To hush my bonny wean.

The bogie man´s awa´,
The dancers rise an fa´
An´ the howlet´s cry frae the bour-tree high
Comes through the mossy shaw.

Sleep weel, my bairnie, sleep.
The lang, lang shadows creep,
The fairies play on the munelicht brae
An´ the stars are on the deep.[/b]

Written by Murdoch Maclean

Goodbye our dear friend….our buddy…sleep well. We will always remember you….farewell....

Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge,
xoxoxoxox
Princess, Zeus and Tigger