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On Thursday night I found this abandoned kitten in a parking lot mewing for help. When I brought him into my car I saw that his eye was severely damaged. The outer layers of his eye were missing and his cornea was exposed.
I took him to the vet the following day who gave me meds and advice on how to care for him. Over the weekend the little guy was such a champ. Eating well, letting me apply the antibiotic ointment to his eye, purring all the time and playing with what little energy he had left.
Monday we took him in again because despite the antibiotics his eye was not doing well.
The only option was surgery. Left untreated the infection was going to kill him. The vet was cautious and said it was a 50/50 chance since he was so small.
The Chi and I kept ourselves busy throughout the day doing back to school shopping while anxiously awaiting the call. We never heard from the vet. At four o'clock I called the office but it was closed for the day. All I could think was that it didn't go well and that they got busy and forgot to call...which really upset me.
I called the next morning. As it turned out, they didn't have my cell phone number! The kitten had survived the operation. The vet said, "He did valiantly. We removed his eye and cleaned out the area. He was fine. He needed a little massaging to help with his breathing afterwards but was doing very well."
But when they came back the next morning he had passed.
The Chi and I have been sobbing all day. We are heart broken. I don't know if the vet would have given me back the kitten after such a risky surgery but I can't help but think that if maybe we had him over night that he would have survived? The what ifs are the hardest. But we tried, he tried and the vet tried. We all gave it our best.
RIP little one, you were small in body but had such a bold and beautiful spirit....
Easter cupcakes for hubby's niece and nephew, since I realised last night with horror that I didn't have any easter eggs for them.. oops! I only just got back from a trip yesterday, so wasn't organised. I hope they're suitably grossed out by them :-P
Mini vanilla buttermilk cupcakes with white chocolate buttercream, and a dollop of lemon curd for the yolk. The egg shells I made out of white chocolate.
I can't believe I managed to pull these together on such short notice with no groceries in the house. I had ONE lemon on the tree to make the lemon curd out of, half a bag of white chocolate buttons for the shells, only JUST enough eggs, the exact amount of buttermilk in the freezer.... the cake Gods were on my side!
There are things that just do NOT cooperate in my life any more. I can't sleep, my knee hurts, my back hurts, my emotions swing like a pendulum . . . Not a complaint! JUST the facts, Ma'am!
Well wait- that IS a complaint! :)
Taken for the Jules' Photo Challenge Group:
June 28 - BROKEN - We are all broken in our own way...how are you broken?
We were in a museum in Glasgow, Sheree, Shuggie and I. I hate museums. There are always so many more interesting things to see when we have so limited a time.
But Shuggie, our host, was intent on showing us around his university...and I went along for the ride.
I am so glad I did. Shuggie knew exactly what he was doing. Let me explain.
My day changed the instant I saw this statue. I was entranced. I was so utterly captivated that, while I stood there, arms limp at my side looking at it, Sheree and Shuggie disappeared.
The story of this fabulous art: the girl's mother has died and the man is comforting her. Simple, huh?
I just stood there, looking at it. I saw the position of their bodies, the child's tragically blank face, the man's gentle manner and I found a lump forming in my throat. The lump nearly became a tear and I took this shot at that moment.
The original is cold white stone, lovely in it's own right. But I really feel that if I am going to make a photograph of someone else's art, I really need to change it with the crop, the lighting, the strokes and that is what I have done.
Looking at this statue was one of the most powerful moments of the trip. So lovely...so sad...so.....broken.
So thanks, Shuggie. Thank you very much.
Jan. 22nd, Day 22 of 365
Notice: No Real Hearts Were Broken During the Shooting of this Photo.
I figured I got a bag of candy hearts to take a photo of, I might as well use them several times.
the sky in the lake
appears past the broken wall
holding nothing back
Photo: ©23/09/2023-Phil Wahlbrink
Bain-de-Bretagne, Brittany, France
Camera: FUJIFILM X-T5
Lens: 33mm
ISO: 250
1/125” f4.5
Broken Heart ... this copper monstrosity has seen the worst of it. Stress fractures, dents, dings and missing rivets are all here on the tarnished patina. Test tubes labeled "Superior Vena Cava" and "Pulmonary Artery" hold a mysterious liquid that is not quite the blood we might be familiar with. A 5 mil syringe is installed to replace the "Aorta" itself. And multiple wires wind around the other contacts and electrodes. This one has obviously been rebuilt and rebuilt again.The key to the heart is always available but not always in use. At one point, the simple label "Broken" has been stamped directly into the body. But don't be fooled kids - This one is going to keep on ticking.
It has made it this far, hasn't it
Gran Coclé culture, Pre-Columbian
Earthenware and slip
This pedestal plate depicts a twisted figure with spines emerging from its body. The zoomorphic (animal-like) being is perhaps a shaman in transformation. The body appears human, but the hands and feet resemble those of an animal, the head appears to be from a crocodile or a lizard, and the spines from a stingray.
This pedestal platter was broken and repaired, and it has missing pieces. Despite the complex design and craftmanship, this platter was possibly made to be broken. Many Gran Coclé objects were never to be used, but instead were meant to be funerary objects, broken as they were placed in tombs of elite members of their society. Archaeologists have found many similar objects, broken and missing pieces.
(Birmingham Museum of Art)
"Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad."
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(top quote— Brian Selznick)
Broken Clown statue from a local thrift shop. Shot with Canon 40d and Macro lens onto an Argus viewfinder.
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Wolf lichen (Letharia vulpina) grows on a broken snag in West Thumb Geyser Basin, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming.
I bought 5 wooden giraffes from an old man few years back in Nairobi.
Unfortunately, a few of them got broken maybe during the trip and my nephew... :(
Although they are broken and I've not done a very good job to glue them back, I still love them very much!
Trying something new.
A bit of messing around with HDR in Photomatix and Photoshop CS2.
And a broken doll with the greenest eyes i've ever seen.
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Texture - Rock of Ages Thanks to Skeletal Mess
هر کجا سازی شنیدی
از دلی رازی شنیدی
شعر و آوازی شنیدی
چون شدی گرم شنیدن
وقت آه از دل کشیدن
یاد من کن، یاد من کن
A broken chocolate gingerbread man. Focus stacked using zerene. Taken for a themed macro challenge on photocamel
BROKEN DOLL , check my first "DARK" collection by A.F.I. !
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