3 posts tagged “death”
Dear Tom,
It's your birthday today. And Smudgie died this morning in a car accient, I pray that she's with you and snuggling up with you. I'll miss her tonight, but knowing she's with you, will make it easier. She's my baby. It's been a tough week but I've made it through to Friday. I hope you've had a good day and know that I've been thinking about you constantly. Remember Smudge loves to play air guitar and drums, she was such a bunny/cat. What a cute sweetheart. She choose you, I'll never forget the day we went to get her. My first cat that I've ever had. As I sit here, I can see her cat fur on my clothes.
So much death has happened in the last year, but I will remain standing strong, death will not have power over me.
The battle is won, the victory has been proclaimed.
I leave with this message 1234, my love. I always will.
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
"You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you"
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
Well, after that drastic water change and massive clean up, I guess the shock was too much for my Pleco babe. So it is with sad news that I report that this big boy has passed onto some big fish pond full of algae. He was a good fish!
Ok, empty clean tank, any ideas for new fish, maybe some Labidochromis Caerulus, I love the yellow labs. Sue, what do you think ? ... Guppies
[edited to add for mnieves' benefit]
I haven't buried him yet, he's still fresh. Should I wait a few days and get some gross pictures for my cage battle ? ... ok, a poll, who says let him rot and take pictures, who says bury him with dignity ! ?
p.s. The two fish on the right in the background are yellow labs, also called electric yellows or labidochromis caerulus. Just realised that there aren't any on istock ... hmm, a photo idea.
