Elizabeth (Betty) Jones

Elizabeth (Betty) Jones
With family and pets at her side, Betty passed on Saturday, May 13th, at her home. Betty was the wife of John Carey-Woodman for over 35 years, step-mother to Joanne Moeser and Karen King. Betty was predeceased by sons Glen and Darren Jones, and parents Florence (nee Stewart) and Bernard Billson Betty is survived by brothers Bernard Billson (Sandra), Richard Billson (Janet), cousin Janet Mancini Billson (Ramey), and many nieces and nephews.
A long-time resident of Stratford, Betty became known and relied upon for wildlife rescues. Over the years her charges included squirrels and rabbits; however, orphaned raccoons were her main focus. There are, of course, many funny stories about them. John lived with all these critters willingly, but there were one or two occasions when he was pushed to the limit by an especially mischievous raccoon. Eventually Betty focussed on cats: pregnant ones that had their kittens to be found homes, even sick ones. Nothing was too much to ask whether it be day or the middle of the night. Betty had seven resident cats including an elderly blind girl and one miniature poodle she saved from being euthanized.
Betty was a conscientious and hardworking board member of the Stratford Dog Park Association. Over the years a number of women became more than dog-park acquaintances and started going out to dinner once a month or so, usually to celebrate someone’s birthday (tiaras were provided by Betty). Regardless of where the party was held Betty got ‘dolled’ up.
She loved her “bling” but her personal radiance dulled even the most expensive diamonds. Betty was known by everyone who loved her for her very sly and witty sense of humour. It was never at the expense of another person, more at the tricks that life plays on us all. Her sense of humour never deserted her even when life played its most cruel trick on her.
 
Native American Prayer
I give you this one thought to keep
I am with you still – do not weep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Don’t think of me as gone – I am with you still –
In each new dawn.
 
Flowers gratefully declined but a donation to the Stratford Dog Park Association in Betty’s memory would be appreciated by the family and friends.
 

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