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They say the sounds we makewill travel through spaceforever--through our spinning solar system,through the wheeling disc of our galaxy,through what we imagine our universe to be,we can't begin to imagine.They say we cannot call a sound back,cannot erase a sound,can't catch it up and change it,no matter how many hymns and prayerswe send chasing after it.A sound goes on and on and on.Can you imagine the sounds he made,how they must have echoed in the clear Wyoming airCan you imagine the sounds they made,pistol whipping, shattering his skullCan you imagine the sounds he madeas he hung, tied to a fence, broken and bleeding,through the bitter night, and the whole next dayCan you imagine the sounds she madewhen she heard what they did to her childThese soundsare streaking through space forever.These soundsare shattering stars.These soundswill shatterbrightness foreverwe can't begin to imagine.A sound goes on and on and on...
Together with youwith three heswith three shesin a perfect embracewith you wordlesslyyou describe my freedomafter those momentswhen the persecuted city tremblesyou appear precisely when the arms of hethe arms of she let gothose piny oneswith a chorus of warrior windthat assaults my childhood sensesthat embrace that I need as muchas the one that leaves me in tearsbefore the empty hammockwhere your ghost gently swaysthe embrace of the grandfatherthat faced dictatorial cellsembraces of decadent teeth that propelled metoward your embrace that sings like shelike he sang to mebefore you returnedbefore you leftin that moment without the three shesthe three hesfull of the desire of alldesiring all shes and all hesthere deeply fed by our chaosis an I do love youto bring together root and branchdream and factto destroy myself wellthis songthat springs from all of youthat live me that die me that sing methat are me
My monster buck was taken just a few short hours after I found a scrape earlier that day and went back to sit near it and wait. The big buck was soon spotted chasing a doe. He never slowed down until the .270 Core-Lokt bullet reached out and bit him behind the shoulder.
When I took the 75-yard shot, with what appeared to be a perfect hit to his vitals, he disappeared so fast that I thought I must have missed. I did not see a flag, nor did I see him run after I shot. I continued to look through my scope to try to locate him in the hammock and was growing more worried by the minute that I may have missed.
The wind increased to a howl; the waves dashed their bucklers together; the whole squall roared, forked, and crackled around us like a white fire upon the prairie, in which, unconsumed, we were burning; immortal in these jaws of death! In vain we hailed the other boats; as well roar to the live coals down the chimney of a flaming furnace as hail those boats in that storm. Meanwhile the driving scud, rack, and mist, grew darker with the shadows of night; no sign of the ship could be seen. The rising sea forbade all attempts to bale out the boat. The oars were useless as propellers, performing now the office of life-preservers. So, cutting the lashing of the waterproof match keg, after many failures Starbuck contrived to ignite the lamp in the lantern; then stretching it on a waif pole, handed it to Queequeg as the standard-bearer of this forlorn hope. There, then, he sat, holding up that imbecile candle in the heart of that almighty forlornness. There, then, he sat, the sign and symbol of a man without faith, hopelessly holding up hope in the midst of despair.
We miss our beloved "Abbey Girl" beyond words. She was a beautiful and gentle soul that filled our lives with purpose and meaning. In short, she gave more to us than we could ever have given back to her. She taught us about unconditional love, patience and strength of spirit. Abbey, our irreplaceable golden girl. Born a Florida pup, she ran up and down many a beach along the coast chasing seagulls and body surfing waves with the best of them. A vanilla ice cream cone from Dairy Queen on the way home after a long day at the beach was her favorite treat. She was tireless in her pursuit of chasing balls, birds and squirrels. When we moved back home to Pennsylvania Abbey adapted well to the changing seasons and again taught us about resilience and living life one day at a time under any and all circumstances. She was a calming antidote to our busy human lives. She was our family and although it broke our hearts wide open to say goodbye we are thankful for the eleven years we shared together. Abbey's memory will forever live on in our hearts until it is our own time to say goodbye. Thank you sweet girl,for everything you gave us and taught us. We are trying to be better humans. Love, Mom, Dad, Buddy & Carlos
Luna lost her battle with renal dysplasia over a week ago and it has been too difficult to post; she was a fighter even up until the end when we had to decide for her. Luna had a lot of adventures during her short life; she loved car rides, camping, hiking, sticks, chasing squirrels, basically anything to do with being outside other than rain, she despised the rain! She was incredibly intelligent and quick to learn, but also super stubborn!! Her favorite toy was "Lamby" (lamb chop), it was the first toy she'd run for in the morning and would proudly carry it in her mouth all around the house; lamby went everywhere with her, she had about 4 or 5 of them in her lifetime since mom could only do so much surgery until it had to be replaced. At the end of her life, she had 2 lambs and her favorite was cremated with her; I was thankful that she was able to take it with her. We miss Luna terribly, despite having 3 other dogs (chihuahuas), the house feels so empty and is quiet without her. We wish she could've had more time but unfortunately, we knew from the beginning that she wouldn't be around long, she surpassed living past the age of 1 and survived 5 months longer after a near-fatal kidney failure this past September, and for that extra time, we are grateful.
I can't thank you all enough during the difficult time of letting my Frankie cross the rainbow bridge and after. His life spanned 3/8/06 - 12/3/19, he came into my life at only 5 weeks of age. I learned then that it is illegal to get a pup in PA until they are 8 weeks of age but I can't imagine what would have happened had I have not taken him Easter weekend of 2006. He was my shadow in every sense of the meaning and the smartest dog to ever let me be their pet parent! If I turned around he was there, if I stopped to quick he would run into me. He was wherever I was, I couldn't leave a room without him. I miss hearing his bark when I would pull in before even getting out of the car. He would bark at every animal on TV and I mean every animal including fish!!! This boy had some seriously good eyesight!! I remember when he was about 6 months old I took him to visit family out of state. My one uncle wanted him in the worst kind of way because he thought he'd be a great hunting partner ? Instead Frankie had a cushy life of lounging on whatever furniture he liked and chasing a ball for hours on end because that was his "job". I called him Dr. Frankie because if any of the other furkids had a booboo he would take care of cleaning it no matter how hard I tried to get him to not do that. Every morning while I would be getting ready for work Mia, the female Boxer, would come and sit in front of him. He would proceed to clean her face and ears, this was every day!! His presence in my home was larger than life and missed so very much!!! The 1st pic is of him and I at a Furry Friends Network fundraiser, it is my profile pic on FB. My name on FB is Patty Cook. Again I can't thank you all enough for what you do to make it easier on those of us left behind.
Summer, you came into our lives as an adorable feisty ball of energy. We loved your strong will and soulful personality which was all your own and we will forever cherish your constant joy, friendship, and your fun and endearing ways: kisses and cuddles, your little head squeezing into the folds of our arms or between our knees, hoping to catch a morsel of food, doing your tricks, basking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the outdoors, pulling eyes and stuffing out of every stuffed toy, playing fetch and soccer, car rides, chasing spray from the garden hose and the spray of kicked snow, chasing the broom, our long walks looking for birds, chipmunks, and squirrels, and your favorite toy possum that you swung by the tail and tore out its stuffing.Our home seems so empty and quiet now. We miss everything about you including your sweet greetings when we return home; possum in your mouth or a smile, as you shuffle excitedly toward us with your torso curved sideways. We are so thankful God blessed us with you for 13 years.You unknowingly taught us invaluable lessons about unconditional love, loyalty, and resilience, especially having lived your last 5 years blind from glaucoma, your last year deaf, and a congenital heart defect.With your fighting spirit and will to live, you never gave us any signs that you were finished and ready to pass on....if only your failing heart would have allowed you to stay. We will always love you and miss you, Summer-pie. It broke our hearts when you left us on that beautiful, warm September day just after the end of summer, but you did not go alone; part of our hearts went with you. We know our loving God is taking care of you, and that when our times come, you will step into the light to greet us once again. Until then, run free doing all that makes you happy.
Comet was a handsome brindle & white fellow weighing in at 60 lbs. He was a gentle pit bull/boxer mix. He was adopted from the SPCA on November 8, 2010 after being found left tied to a York City park bench. On February 8, 2013, Comet was shot with a shotgun for chasing a rabbit while dragging his leash onto a neighboring property. Luckily he survived with no damage, but sadly lived the rest of his life filled with shotgun pellets. 2b1af7f3a8