amazing, what a beautiful post. two things: my dad used to make me cinnamon toast before school: first with butter, a little later no butter just cinnamon, then one piece of bread not two, later no bread at all just coffee, and finally no toast no coffee no me when i left the house at 17. Now it's two pieces/butter/cinnamon/cafe au lait.
sometimes we grow down instead of up.
second thing: have you read Jeanette Winterson's The Passion? I have a feelng you would love it as much as I do... cards and card playing is a big part of the protagonist's life.
Oh, so the haiku was for the little kitty. I was somehow looking for the paws in the picture. eheh. There's definitely something wrong with my circuitry today.
After reading your poignant poem I followed the link to 'Don't Feed the Pixies' and read her sad story about Charlie. I had a dog named Charlie and I mourn him still.
Our pets live on in our memories long after they are gone. I guess that's their immortality.
Pixies- I'm touched if it helped in the slightest manner. Thoughts heading your way...
littlebird- Sounds like a charming breakfast to me. :) So interesting that the similarity I noted went beyond the artwork, right into childhood memories. Not only have I not read that book, I have not heard of it before. I'm making note of it, as it sounds intriguing and I'd trust your taste in lit any day. Thanks!
Ryhen- O, I don't think there's anything wrong with your circuitry today or any day! But what's the opposite of that anyway....totally wired? !
francessa- Thank you, and it sure was good hearing from you dear friend. :)
Indigo- Charlie's story certainly made me cry too. I think that in sharing Pixie's grief I was able to grieve more for one that I lost...and other pets too. They are never to be forgotten, so important are they in our lives. Hugs back.
Darlene- See my comment above to Indigo, as it applies to your Charlie also. Do you think there's the slightest chance that we get to see them again after death? I know none of us knows, but that is my hope.
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thank you, so, so, so much xx
for this and your comments and sharing
regarding your comments on my post:
amazing, what a beautiful post. two things: my dad used to make me cinnamon toast before school: first with butter, a little later no butter just cinnamon, then one piece of bread not two, later no bread at all just coffee, and finally no toast no coffee no me when i left the house at 17. Now it's two pieces/butter/cinnamon/cafe au lait.
sometimes we grow down instead of up.
second thing: have you read Jeanette Winterson's The Passion? I have a feelng you would love it as much as I do... cards and card playing is a big part of the protagonist's life.
so good to hear from you, Lydia. as always.
Oh, so the haiku was for the little kitty. I was somehow looking for the paws in the picture. eheh. There's definitely something wrong with my circuitry today.
A sad post and a sad occasion, but a beautiful haiku.
I'm still wiping away tears after reading Charlie's story. Beautiful haiku and tribute to such a noble animal. (Hugs)Indigo
After reading your poignant poem I followed the link to 'Don't Feed the Pixies' and read her sad story about Charlie. I had a dog named Charlie and I mourn him still.
Our pets live on in our memories long after they are gone. I guess that's their immortality.
Pixies- I'm touched if it helped in the slightest manner. Thoughts heading your way...
littlebird- Sounds like a charming breakfast to me. :) So interesting that the similarity I noted went beyond the artwork, right into childhood memories.
Not only have I not read that book, I have not heard of it before. I'm making note of it, as it sounds intriguing and I'd trust your taste in lit any day. Thanks!
Ryhen- O, I don't think there's anything wrong with your circuitry today or any day! But what's the opposite of that anyway....totally wired? !
francessa- Thank you, and it sure was good hearing from you dear friend. :)
Indigo- Charlie's story certainly made me cry too. I think that in sharing Pixie's grief I was able to grieve more for one that I lost...and other pets too. They are never to be forgotten, so important are they in our lives. Hugs back.
Darlene- See my comment above to Indigo, as it applies to your Charlie also. Do you think there's the slightest chance that we get to see them again after death? I know none of us knows, but that is my hope.
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