“If 100% people love you i am 1 amg. them

    if 99% people hate you i am the rest 1%

      if 100% people hate u think that i am dead"

And now we feel as if 100% of people hate us as their love, as compared to mithee's, appears to be artificial.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together

' Author Unknown

My"Mithee" whose mother"Zinni" lived with us as a family member of ours, was U.K. born. she was gifted to us by some one with whom she came to India from U.K. she stayed with us for around six and half years and left us in 2001,when she died. Mithee was born in our home in our presence and she died too in our home, in our presence yesterday, after staying with us for eight and four months. She was perhaps the one who loved us the most and whole of our family loved her too. She was virtually queen of the house and lived a queen's life. We are at loss to understand, why the one who loved us so much, and whose love towards us all, was of purest possible level, left us like this. Where she has gone? Why we have been deprived of her companionship? We wanted her, we needed her. Her departure has created a vacuum in our daily life.