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I am heartbroken to hear of this great loss and injury. My prayers and my heartfelt thoughts are with you.
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we all share the yearning for a place to call our own, marking our presence in the world with our relationships, creations and items that represent us. we dream, share pain, laughter, love, hate, joy, anger and yet we focus not on our similarities but our differences. we let governments speak for us. our voices silent and lost in the masses. ignorance is bliss until someone we love is lost through actions of those who will never be held accountable. the internet draws us all closer making friends of strangers. a place where we learn from each other, realise we're not alone and that the world is a smaller place than we could ever believe. no one really wants to fight, we all know that conflict never solves the problem and it's always due to greed and inflated egos. it's about time for weapons to be removed from all sides, temper tantrums checked and for those we elected to respect the positions we gave them and to respect us. our humanity should unite not divide us. i for one am heartbroken when hearing and seeing anguish every time i watch the news. i'm tired of feeling so helpless. i'm tired of feeling so achingly powerless. and i'm sure in that i'm not alone. those of us who live in a world where we wake and sleep in a soft warm bed, wander with loose change in our pockets, a world where we can drive through the nights to sweet music, dine out under twinkling stars, glasses clinking and ears warmed with sweet conversations. i hope you realise we already live in shelter. we are sheltered.
let's be kind to one another <3
just some thoughts.. wishing you all a lovely weekend!
We were doing some brush cleaning today in areas of the campsite the needed it desperately. Unfortunately, as is often the case, ripping out underbrush and trimming back intrusive trees, sometimes reveals things that we wish it didn't. This nest was todays discovery and despite our best efforts to place it almost exactly as it was found resulted in its being abandoned. Its funny how easy it is to assume human emotions in cases such as this and believe that animals and birds must be as heartbroken as we would be. The robin did make a racket and made it known that she was not impressed with us and perhaps she even would have gotten back on the nest had it not come loose from its perch but once it did, that was it. She abandoned her efforts at luring us away. The whole thing made me quite sad though. :(
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Hi everyone, long time no see. I’m one of the co-owners of Salem, and I’m sure as most of you know, Salem has gone into retirement unexpectedly. I would like to say first off, I’m sorry to everyone who has supported us that feels disappointed or lost in the dark. I’m heartbroken that Salem has come to pass, just like some of you. It took me some time to pick myself up, but I’m here today because though things change, I have a love affair with creating things for you all that I just can’t drop ♥
With that being said, I’m excited to introduce you to my new independent project, Oracle! This Flickr will now be Oracle’s new home. I welcome you to stick around and follow me on this new journey of mine. I am committed to bringing you the quality you deserve, and keeping you all drop dead sexy.
Thank you so much for everything over the years ♥
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“Han” the Merman in Helsingør, North Zealand (a half-hour train ride north from Copenhagen). This shiny, reflective metal statue of a young man sits sideways on a rock looking out to sea.
The Merman Han (meaning “He”)'s reflective pose echoes the Little Mermaid’s statue in Copenhagen. Whilst he doesn’t wear any fins on his feet, he could easily be her little brother.
Reflection & Longing
Hans Christian Andersen’s original story, The Little Mermaid, is not as you know it from Disney movies. The story begins the same but takes a dark turn when the sea witch makes vastly more brutal demands, and the ending is far more sombre. Spoiler alert: the prince marries someone else and leaves our darling mermaid utterly heartbroken.
The statue of Han the Merman could embody the personal melancholy that Hans Christian Andersen expressed in his Little Mermaid story. Andersen wrote the fairytale in 1836 after suffering the deep heartache of unrequited love for his close friend, Edvard Collin. Collin did not reciprocate his feelings and married, leaving Andersen feeling devastated.
Raised in poverty, possibly struggling with dyslexia, and bullied as a student, Andersen had always felt like an outsider. The ache of longing to be part of something out of reach was a theme in Andersen’s life and was reflected in his writing, particularly in The Little Mermaid. She gave away her voice in desperation to be part of the other world, where the dancing, walking, capable people are.
Han the Merman already has a human form, yet he still seems to yearn for the open seas. Maybe he longs to return to a simpler, more spartan existence.
Whatever your interpretation, he is quite literally in a state of permanent reflection. Made of long lasting and eye-catchingly polished stainless steel, his glittering form reflects the sunlight and dazzles visitors on a clear day.
And it is said that if you stay with him long enough, you might glimpse him winking at you.
He was an exceptional friend.
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Dylan the sea god, who lives under the waters, envies an old man his three daughters. Dylan calls up a great storm, and sends a huge wave to steal the girls. Their father is heartbroken. Regretting his evil deed, Dylan turns the girls into seagulls, belonging both to the sea and the land. Since that day, when the old man walks on the beach and calls their names, three white gulls fly to him from the sea.
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The legend behind the origin of this step-well is as interesting as its architecture and is shrouded in beauty, romance and tragedy. In AD 1499, the area around Adlaj was known as Dandai Desh and was ruled by Rana Veer Singh of the Vaghela dynasty. Around this time, Mohammed Begda, a Muslim ruler of a neighboring state attacked Dandai Desh and killed Rana Veer Singh. The beauty of the slain king's widow, Rani Roopba, enamored Mohammed Begda who sent her a proposal of marriage. The heartbroken but determined queen agreed to the proposal on the condition that he complete a five-storied step-well (vav) for her. The Muslim ruler, enticed by the charm of the queen, readily agreed.
The construction of this well had begun years ago under Rana Veer Singh but had to be stopped later. Begda resumed this project with great enthusiasm and got the well completed in record time. When this five-storied edifice was completed but for the dome, Begda renewed his proposal. The next day, Roopba took a round of the well and saying a final prayer, flung herself into the water and drowned.
Mohammed Begda immediately stopped further construction but did not get the monument demolished probably because Roopba had employed Muslim masons who had decorated it with Islamic motifs. The incidents, which led to the erection of this unique well, are detailed on the walls and pillars of the vav in Sanskrit and Pali (an ancient language).
On Wednesday this week, Flynn passed away. He began to deteriorate over the course of Monday & Tuesday. By Tuesday afternoon, I was very worried. The vets squeezed us in for an emergency appointment last thing & blood work confirmed my fears: Flynn had gone into irreversible kidney failure, he was severely anaemic (due to kidney disease) & his other organs were struggling. I was up all night looking after my poor poorly pup. Our lovely regular vet wasn't scheduled for appointments but he kindly saw us before opening hours on Wednesday & we had a long chat. Ultimately, Flynn had a couple of hours on drip that morning, which let him relax from the stress of arriving at the vets & having a line put in his leg - plus, fluids at least made him feel more comfortable. When the time came to let him go, Flynn was sleepy but seemed quite peaceful. He knew I was with him & slipped away gently, while I stroked his head & told him he what a good boy he was.
Obviously, I'm absolutely heartbroken. Sort of in shock too. I mean... I knew Flynn's single (very hardworking!) kidney couldn't keep going forever but he'd seemed fairly OK lately... & then suddenly he was not OK... & then he was gone. I am very glad for Flynn he didn't suffer badly for long at the end - & that there wasn't any doubt about what the kindest choice was - Flynn was tired & ready to go, bless him. Gosh though, the house feels horribly, horribly empty & I am feeling lost - caring for Flynn has been such a huge, huge part of my life for the past 11 years. We were very rarely apart for more than a few hours at a time, over all those years. Flynn was definitely a challenge at times but he was a truly wonderful dog & such a brilliant, unique, lovable character. I miss him more than I can say.
... It's very strange to be posting this - my last picture in Flynn's 52 Weeks projects. Flynn was my project dog in the 52 Weeks for Dogs group every year since 2016 - so most of his life. For now, every reminder is making me desperately sad but I know in future I will be so happy to look back at that record of Flynn's adventures & antics & achievements. I think Flynn enjoyed our long-running project too - he was visibly excited when I got the camera out each week... he'd "suggest" places to pose, remember particular spots he'd had his picture taken before - even months earlier... & if I pointed the lens of the camera at anything other than Flynn, he'd run over & try to get himself back in frame. A very good little photography dog.
I was just so depressed last night. I seriously just wanted to die. I felt all alone and I had no one to talk to. My best friend is no longer my friend and pretty much wants nothing to do with me... and I just feel awful about a whole lot of things. I got myself drunk on overproof vodka and peach schnapps to make it a tad more palatable.... and a handful of Klonopin.... Pretty much the only reason I'm here right now is because I sat up through the night trying to make a suicide video (in lieu of a note) to my ex best friend.... because he was the only one that I really wanted to talk to.
Anyway, these photos were taken before I started working on the video... it got worse as the night went on... and then it got to the point where exhaustion just took over and I couldn't do anything but sleep. Last night was pretty bad.... =(
I obviously adjusted the tones and stuff on this shot.
I was heartbroken to find this rare for me bird ... an Eastern Kingbird way out in the middle of a field of Florida White Clover during Spring migration. I was so excited to have found it by myself after only a couple of eBird posts about it. But ... I could not for the life of me get a focus from my camera. In hindsight, I don't know if there was something on my lens that I was unaware? Anyway, I knew it was happening and panic set in as this was only a brief encounter with a tired old broad. So ... I'm humbled to share this not very good shot, but painted gloriously of this great bird for me!
PS. I just changed this from Gray Kingbird to Eastern Kingbird after more research. I think this might be a life bird for me! WooHoo, thank you Jesus!
PPS: SECOND TIME AROUND: June 2023 I'm not Wes Iverson ( www.flickr.com/photos/62425933@N04/52975731819/in/feed-62... ) who posted this wonderful shot today, but this was a life bird for me THIS day, sick old broad, all alone and doing the best I can! WooHoo, thank You again, Jesus. Eastern Kingbird the first day I ever saw one! So I can remember ...
It was late November.
My christmas cactus bloomed in bright red.
And that was when he gave up on us.
The world has become so big and scary without him.
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Early Friday morning (11/11/2022) some dogs ran in our yard & killed Riley.
He was so happy .... pix from last year helping me by riding in the wheelbarrow.
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Some days are just so very very hard it is almost unbearable. Today was one of those. This morning I had to say goodbye too Freddie, my sidekick of the last 17 years. I know one day the tears will be replaced by smiles as I remember our good times and what a little rascal he was, but not today. Today my heart breaks and feels as if it will never heal.
RIP little guy. I will love you forever Freddie Bear.
I wanted to thank Stephen for choosing my Day 365 shot as his number one pick for the first ever video podcast of the 365 Days project. I can't even describe to you what it means to me.
After a hacker deleted 165 of my 365 shots I felt so heartbroken and that it was all for nothing. I put my entire heart and soul into my 365 project and I especially did so for my Day 365.
The night my account was hacked, I cried myself to sleep and was certain I was never going to be on Flickr ever again. I was THAT heartsick. I still am actually.
BUT as I said here and here, I will not let cruelty win.
NEVER.
So for me not only am I so very honored that he chose my shot as his number one featured shot.
But to me it reconfirms to me that even though SO MANY of my shots were deleted because of cruelty.....
Maybe it really wasn't all for nothing after all.
Thank you Stephen.
I really can't thank you enough.
You have softened the blow of losing so many beloved photos.
NOTHING and NO ONE can EVER take away what 365 Days gave to me.
EVER.
Mav and Stephen you have changed SO MANY lives by starting the 365 Days project.
Thank you so very much for that.
It really IS an AMAZING and LIFE CHANGING experience.
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Yesterday marked the start of a brand new year long project for me. I have been and will be taking my shots for the new project but I won't be able to upload any of them until Friday at the earliest. My beloved grandma's visitation is today, with her funeral tomorrow.
It is the perfect project for me because it encompasses all three projects that I had planned to start with the new year. It will include 52 weeks of self portraits, 100 Strangers, and Project 365.
Thank you SO MUCH to all of you out there who have emailed, flickrmailed, or commented to me. Your love and support always blows me away. I love you all.
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I wouldn't normally have thought to enter this image of our beautiful and loving GSD in the Best of 2024 group but Ena left us yesterday, and left us heartbroken. I wish she could have met each of you. She loved people, and trusted everyone (and never to her disadvantage I am happy to say). I have never met a more friendly, loving and beautiful dog than our Ena. She lived well over 12 years which is great for a GSD, over six of those years with us. Before that she was a mom at a great breeder, Seelenvoll. Owners of Seelenvoll dogs are a bit like one big family and many own puppies and grand puppies of our Ena. I see Ena in the faces of many of these dogs. Run free sweet Ena! My heart may be broken, but you have left us with wonderful memories and I think you left the world a better place by spreading your love far and wide.
It rained today. That in itself wasn't so bad as we really do need some rain but what we need is a soft steady rain lasting for about a week not the heavy deluge that did arrive. After dinner Kevin and I went to check out the garden. It wasn't a pretty sight. So many flowers ruined and beaten down. Plus the hanging baskets really took a beating. I felt heartbroken just looking at it but Kevin being Kevin figures he can nurse them back to their glory days and right away started the clean up and giving them some plant food and power bloom. I figure if anyone can bring them back he is the one to do it.
51/365 Tatum discovered that the grave marker for her beloved betta fish Rainbow was broken in two. I told her that it probably happened when the city trucks used our driveway to clear out the canal last week. To that she replied, "They broke both of my hearts." =,o(
I am saddened by the number of injuries these beautiful animals get. As you know I have been watching a group for many months now. I have already found one dead and this beauty has now sustained a bad injury to one of it's back legs.
It sure is a hard life in the U.K being a wild Fox.
Taken this week.
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(from the set of Little Women)
"There is no power like that of prevailing prayer,
of Abraham pleading for Sodom,
Jacob wrestling in the stillness of the night,
Moses standing in the breach,
Hannah intoxicated with sorrow,
David heartbroken with remorse and grief,
Jesus in sweat of blood.
Add to this list from the records of the church
your personal observation and experience,
and always there is the cost of passion unto blood.
Such prayer prevails.
It turns ordinary mortals into men of power.
It brings power. It brings fire. It brings rain.
It brings life. It brings God."
- Samuel Chadwick
You say you need me,
that I'm the light in the end of the tunnel,
the prettiest rose,
that I'm the one who you'll always come back to...
Yet you try to change me,
to someone who I am not,
to someone I can never be...
me - change
Paris is one of my favorite cities in the world. I am heartbroken by the tragic events and dastardly terrorism that took place there almost 9 years after another of my memorable journeys there. This is a blurry handheld photo with a digital camera of that era, taken in rain, so the camera blur is visible. But the memories are sharp and vivid, of each moment. The long title of this photo is to mark an Urdu/Hindi movie of that name made when I was a little boy in Pakistan. The shorter title is to honor a fragrance that I recall seeing on my parents’ dresser, Evening In Paris, which came out around 1928 and was popular in the 1960s and 1970s I think. Love to the city of love and lights and all good people who live within it.
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Thank you Glynn Wormley. This is the last photo taken of our lovely horse Whitaker. Unfortunately today he crossed the rainbow bridge after a long debilitating illness. We are all heartbroken but he had the most loving home and lovely life. RIP beautiful boy xx
I am absolutely heartbroken in shock and distraught that this beautiful woman has left us. A true aussie character through and through and always there for everyone. I am grateful to have met and be able to say that I was her friend. You now walk with the angels and Im sure are partying hard. Love you.
My entry into My Face Is My Canvas Week 11 Emulation week.
I'm kind of freaked out by this actually, if there's anything creeper than a regular clown, it's a sad clown. But in the spirit of the emulation challenge, I decided to push my own comfort level and try it out. Turned out a bit darker than I usually liek to shoot but I kind of like it.
Today I had the biggest guilt trip ever. Back in June I was laidoff from my position at a middle school that I had been at for 2 years. I loved the school and the staff and the students and was a little heartbroken that I had been let go (budget cuts). I ended up with my current position at the high school and I've grown to love it just as much. Last week, my old position was reinstated and I had the opportunity to apply for it....but I didn't. Due to union rules, I wouldn't have been able to start it until next school year which would have meant starting all over again and I just didn't really feel like bouncing back and forth. I received a call from my aunt who I worked with at the middle school asking if I had applied and when I told her no, she didn't really think I had made the best choice and said that everyone would be really disappointed. Argh, just when I think I make the best choice for me I start doubting it.....
94/365
MFIMC: Emulation Week 11
Musically Challenged: Blueside by Rooney
FGR: Look Up Thursday
August 19, 2016
Merrymaking:
[mer-ee-mey-king]
noun
1. the act of taking part gaily or enthusiastically in some festive or merry celebration.
2. a merry festivity; revel.
adjective
3. producing mirth; happy; festive.
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Yesterday Sylvia and her two girls arrived for a fun-filled weekend that started off with an evening at the fair that just arrived in town.
It was the girls' first experience with the fair at night and they loved it. I think we rode each ride at least once and walked around for about 5 hours.
The only real disappointment of the whole evening was that we were a little too late for the pony rides and one of the little ladies was a bit heartbroken over that.
There's a collage in the first comment of the ladies having fun.
Anyway, hope everyone had a great Friday.
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"After the Fall"
At Madame Sherri's Castle Ruins
Chesterfield, New Hampshire
October 8, 2021
This was taken months after the partial collapse of what remains of the stairs but sadly well before the Fall colors of 2021 came in.
History:
The Madame Sherri Forest is named after a former owner, Madame Antoinette Sherri, a Paris-born theatrical costume designer who worked in New York City during the early 1900s. She and her husband built a French-inspired chateau summer house in Chesterfield that featured extensive stonework including a roman arch stairway, ornate interior, and designed landscape gardens. There they lavishly entertained their New York City friends at parties during the Roaring 1920s. Madame Sherri became famous – or infamous – for her wild parties. Her chauffeur-driven Packard, her fur coat, and her fast crowd of friends made the townsfolk talk whenever she appeared. However, in time Madame Sherri’s fortunes declined, and her castle fell to ruin and vandalism. After a long separation, she returned to the house in 1959 to find the interior badly vandalized. She left, heartbroken, never to return again. The house burned down completely in 1963. Today, ancient sugar maples surround a stone foundation and stairway, a large empty fireplace tapers to a freestanding chimney. This is all that remains of the former summer home of Madame Sherri who died in Brattleboro on October 21, 1965.
Cleadon old Windmill.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.
Forgot I had scanned this... 'twas a while back.
Either my Grandfather (Dad's side) or his brother Henry took this photo. My Mom thinks that the gal was Uncle Henry's girlfriend, and from what she recalls, they never married but stayed together for a good while. If I recall correctly, she passed away at a fairly young age and Unc must have been severely heartbroken, because to the best of my knowledge, he never went looking for another special someone. Seems to run in the family...
Anyhoo, the car is a Pontiac, but I dunno what model or year... if anyone can help with that, please do!
This had to have been in the 50s, and it was probably in Buffalo, but possibly Lancaster. I'm not sure. I'll have to ask my Mom if she knows...
Fade to Black...
I'm so heartbroken right now my cat is in the vet suffering from a broken tooth and hurt jaw all because someone was so cruel and kicked her and broke her tooth and now she has to get operation to get it out since its lodged so badly into her gum 😞
How can people be so cruel to animals I don't understand
Day 133 of 365.
I know it's never simple; never easy. Never a clean break. No one here to save. You're the only only thing like the back of my hand. -Taylor Swift
I would be lying saying that I am not a little bit heartbroken about the silence that lingers between us now. It breaks my heart everyday.
Today was quite nice. I watched a scene in Pearl Harbor and I couldn't even fathom what they went through. I really want to see the whole movie. It's just quite powerful. I had a performance today. I helped sell stuff with some kids from the special ed department. They are all so happy and nice. Now, I am finishing up some client work. Oh by the way, Check out Taylor Swifts new music video for "I knew you were trouble". It's amazing.
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A different version of that mythological tale.
One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him.
Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?".
Echo repeated "Who's there?"
She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him.
He stepped away and told her to leave him alone.
She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.
Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus.
Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth.
Narcissus did not realise it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it, as if it was somebody else.
Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realised that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold, yellow and white flower.
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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The Legend of Noccalula... Before European Settlers encroached upon the habitations of the Native American Indians, up near what is now called Gadsden, Alabama ran the Black Creek Falls. The ninety-foot waterfall served as the backdrop for a Creek Indian Village in the late 1700’s and Black Creek provided sustenance for the tribe.
A very beautiful young maiden named Noccalula lived in the village. It was said she was tall and slender with long, straight, hair and her face was delicate and refined, with dark and deeply expressive eyes.
One day, as a group of hunters returned to the village. Noccalula’s father, the village Chief, invited them to stop to share the mid-day meal. They were tired from their hunting and happily sat with the family to eat. One of the warriors, named Oukonunuka, (White Owl), noticed Noccalula helping to prepare the meal and he couldn’t move his eyes from her presence.
Over the next few months Noccalula and White Owl became inseparable. After daily chores were finished, the couple walked along the creek, falling more deeply in love.
Noccalula’s mother was not happy with the way the relationship was progressing. And wanted a better match for her daughter; a warrior with many horses from a different tribe so as to strengthen their own tribe. She had just the young man in mind, from another village up the river about a day’s ride away.
She and the Chief consulted with the distant chief and an arrangement was made. Noccalula would marry the warrior from up the river. Noccalula was grief stricken. She knew she could never defy her mother’s wishes. Her father, the Chief, was in agreement with her mother. There was nothing for her to do but marry the man.
On the day the marriage was to take place, Noccalula mixed with the village and guests, serving food and drinks as was the custom.
The chief summoned White Owl to talk about Noccalula and told him that the marriage would never take place because she was promised to another. He ordered White Owl to leave the village and to never return.
As Noccalula continued to serve the guests, her heart grew heavier with despair, and she began to hear the roar the of the waterfall as if it was calling to her. As she walked approaching the edge of the cliff, she knew what to do. Rather than spend her life with a man she didn’t love, she could end it now. She thought about the afterlife. No matter what happened to her there, it would be better than living with a man she didn’t love. She hurried to the waterfall and walked carefully to the edge of the deep gorge. In an instant, she made her leap of fate, the cold waters of Black Creek accepting her offering to true love wrapping her in its embrace. Noccalula was no more. Heartbroken, Noccalula’s father, the Chief of the tribe, named the gorge and waterfall Noccalula Falls in memory of his beautiful daughter.
I am still in disbelief that I lost two of my fur babies in two weeks....
Both had cancer...
Cinnamon the tortie was 13 1/2 yrs old. Born on the 4th of July.
Mama was approx 10. Found her as a feral in July 2009 with her two kittens and best guess she was just under 2 yrs old.
May they play and snuggle together forever at the Rainbow Bridge.
My heart is heavy to say the least....
My two boys We lost our beloved Max in August 2022 after a long, sad battle with encephalitis. We were absolutely heartbroken but adopting Alfie in September 2022 was a great comfort. Alf is a sweet, cuddly, affectionate boy who is loved by everyone who knows him. He is about 9 years old, FIV+ and has arthritis. He was rescued from a garden, covered in ticks in 2022 and waited nearly 6 months to be adopted. He is wonderful ❤️ We adopted Sammy a little over 2 months ago and he has fitted wonderfully into the family. Sam is about 6, he was also a stray and is FIV+. He's a sweet boy who is gaining in confidence all the time and loves to cuddle on his own terms! The boys squabble a bit but they clearly like each other's company ❤️