Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
I know this poem is long
but
here's to you
Gabby girl.
ROOM IN YOUR HEART
Sorrow fills a barren space;
you close your eyes and see my face
and think of times I made you laugh,
the love we shared, the bond we had,
the special way I needed you -
the friendship shared by just we two.
you close your eyes and see my face
and think of times I made you laugh,
the love we shared, the bond we had,
the special way I needed you -
the friendship shared by just we two.
The day's too quiet, the world seems older,
the wind blows now a little colder.
You gaze into the empty air
and look for me, but I'm not there -
I'm in heaven and I watch you,
and I see the world around you too.
the wind blows now a little colder.
You gaze into the empty air
and look for me, but I'm not there -
I'm in heaven and I watch you,
and I see the world around you too.
I see little souls wearing fur,
souls who bark and souls who purr
born unwanted and unloved -
I see all this and more above -
I watch them suffer, I see them cry,
I see them lost, I watch them die.
I see unwanted thousands born -
and when they die, nobody mourns.
souls who bark and souls who purr
born unwanted and unloved -
I see all this and more above -
I watch them suffer, I see them cry,
I see them lost, I watch them die.
I see unwanted thousands born -
and when they die, nobody mourns.
These little souls wearing fur
Some who bark and some who purr
are castaways who - unlike me -
will never know love or security.
A few short months they starve and roam,
Or caged in shelters - nobody takes home.
They're special too furballs of pleasure,
filled with love and each one, a treasure.
Some who bark and some who purr
are castaways who - unlike me -
will never know love or security.
A few short months they starve and roam,
Or caged in shelters - nobody takes home.
They're special too furballs of pleasure,
filled with love and each one, a treasure.
My pain and suffering came to an end,
so don't cry for me, my person, my friend.
But think of the living -
those souls with fur
some who bark and some who purr -
And though our bond can't be broken apart,
make room for another in your home and
your heart.
so don't cry for me, my person, my friend.
But think of the living -
those souls with fur
some who bark and some who purr -
And though our bond can't be broken apart,
make room for another in your home and
your heart.
(she has really bad arthritis and we will probably
have to put her down.)
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
I'm a horrid blogger.
I'm a very sorry person.
for not blogging
here's a few snippets of life.
city mouse
I'm a very sorry person.
for not blogging
here's a few snippets of life.
I'm actually attempting to make a quilt.
right now it looks awful.
I'm hoping it will help me get some extra patience.
country mouse
city mouse
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
well...
these
are actually older
than
the
last
post.
but
here's
Ky...
these
are actually older
than
the
last
post.
but
here's
Ky...
more comin' soon.
weeeelll....soon-ish
you know i'm a procrastinator.
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