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On October 24, 2016 I made an urgent 100+ mile (round-trip) to pick-up this sweet girl. She now is being fostered by me, and hopefully soon will have her forever home. Today, October 27, 2016 she is being spayed. This picture is her last night getting ready to sleep...she has this tick...she lightly chews & then falls asleep with the cloth in her mouth. Hopefully we will be able to allow her to come into a sense of security and enjoy a stable and structured home.
Sam is learning to put his pacifier right on baby bear so we don't lose track of it. He put it there himself this time.
When children outgrow their pacifiers, they hang them on this tree, along with a letter – to the Pacifier Fairy?
The Unheeded Purity: A Public Eradication !
In the bustling expanse of a city square, amidst the constant flow of countless lives, a once-cherished emblem of comfort lay exposed. This image, rendered in the stark, revealing tones of black and white, captures a white pacifier, still tethered to its small, soft toy companion, conspicuously abandoned on the pavement. Despite its bright, almost pristine color — a hue often associated with cleanliness and innocence — and its undeniable visual prominence, this object was left unheeded, a silent testament to a pervasive societal indifference.
Throughout its observable journey, this visibly apparent pairing was subjected to repeated interactions, not of rescue, but of rejection. Pedestrians, seemingly unaware or unconcerned, continually kicked and trod upon it, a mix of accidental encounters and purposeful, deliberate acts of disregard. It bore the brunt of countless footsteps, seemingly irrespective of who was passing by, highlighting a universal human tendency to overlook or actively dismiss what is perceived as unwanted.
Driven by these repeated interactions, the pacifier and its toy were gradually shunted from the wide-open square into the adjacent bidirectional shopping street, finding a brief, uneasy respite in a shallow gutter. Here, it lay for a quarter of an hour, a small, weary pause in its relentless journey toward oblivion. Its fate, however, was sealed not by an individual's explicit action, but by the impersonal, efficient hand of the city itself. In a final, unceremonious act, a street sweeper machine approached, its brushes moving with unwavering purpose, sweeping the pacifier and its companion up without remorse or a second glance, obliterating them from public sight.
This photograph, therefore, encapsulates the ultimate extreme of the anti-pacifier polarity. It speaks not only to individual acts of aversion, but to a collective, almost systemic, disregard that can lead to the complete eradication of these items. It's a raw, unbiased capture of how, despite strong visual cues of former cherished status or symbolic "purity," some objects are simply deemed disposable by the ongoing march of public life and urban maintenance.
Weigh-ins are difficult with such a busy litter and the chief of weights and measures will do anything to hold them still.