Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Baby boy
So proud of the royal family, can't wait to find out the babys name and what he looks like. I was thinking that they might call him George or Arthur. He was born on my mums birthday, she is so pleased. Already 3rd in line to the throne, can't wait to see how he grows up. Best wishes to the family and good luck xx
Saturday, 29 June 2013
My favourite poem
Nobody's Dog, by Trudie Jame
Today is the death day of nobody’s dog
Nothing will mark it but a note in the log
I’m faceless and nameless and no tears will fall
For I know in your world I have no worth at all
To you, my sweet someone, I’m a friend and a dear
We ran the wind daily and you held me so near
But the gate was left open – I chanced a walk on my own
I’d have cowered in fear if only I’d known
I know how you cried on the night that I strayed
I know how you searched, I know how you prayed
But I went to a pound far far from our home
Where I crouched in despair in my kennel alone
I know that you phoned for I heard your dear voice
And I hoped you would hear me so I barked myself hoarse
Although I’m a Lab cross with stockings all white
On their form I’m a Staff cross – the description’s not right
So they said I’m not here and I sank to my bed
My kennel cough’s worse and I can’t raise my head
The rescue came yesterday but they hadn’t a place
For an un-neutered cross breed with his mucus-streaked face
If only you’d come to search for me here
You would have known me at once, you would have sensed I was near
You would have sorted my ills, you would have carried me home
And I promise our God no more would I roam
Now my eyes plead for mercy for my seven days are done
And I am waiting with dread for the final vet run
No arms will caress me as they inject me to death
No words will comfort me as I take my last breath
When the body man comes, it is fitting I’m found
In a bin bag in the freezer in the depths of the pound
Thrown away like the rubbish - no respect and no shame
Denied even the time to find you again
My loyalty and devotion they did cruelly betray
Without microchip or nametag, I am just a dispensable stray
Once waggy-tailed, once proud, beloved and free
Oh Dad look with pain at what mankind’s done to me!
Today is the death day of nobody’s dog
Nothing will mark it but a note in the log
I’m faceless and nameless and no tears will fall
For I know in your world I have no worth at all
To you, my sweet someone, I’m a friend and a dear
We ran the wind daily and you held me so near
But the gate was left open – I chanced a walk on my own
I’d have cowered in fear if only I’d known
I know how you cried on the night that I strayed
I know how you searched, I know how you prayed
But I went to a pound far far from our home
Where I crouched in despair in my kennel alone
I know that you phoned for I heard your dear voice
And I hoped you would hear me so I barked myself hoarse
Although I’m a Lab cross with stockings all white
On their form I’m a Staff cross – the description’s not right
So they said I’m not here and I sank to my bed
My kennel cough’s worse and I can’t raise my head
The rescue came yesterday but they hadn’t a place
For an un-neutered cross breed with his mucus-streaked face
If only you’d come to search for me here
You would have known me at once, you would have sensed I was near
You would have sorted my ills, you would have carried me home
And I promise our God no more would I roam
Now my eyes plead for mercy for my seven days are done
And I am waiting with dread for the final vet run
No arms will caress me as they inject me to death
No words will comfort me as I take my last breath
When the body man comes, it is fitting I’m found
In a bin bag in the freezer in the depths of the pound
Thrown away like the rubbish - no respect and no shame
Denied even the time to find you again
My loyalty and devotion they did cruelly betray
Without microchip or nametag, I am just a dispensable stray
Once waggy-tailed, once proud, beloved and free
Oh Dad look with pain at what mankind’s done to me!
Saturday, 4 May 2013
Thoughts
When I think of someone who has special needs or someone who dies when their young. I think that god has made them in that way for a reason. I say these people are this way because of god, because everyone has to blame something or someone. Many say its the parents fault but I think otherwise, everyone has problem so we all have to deal with them. I believe, i go with the idea that god has made them in this way because later on in life something more tragic would happen to them or others if they were 'normal' or still alive. I try to believe their in this state because i don't wish that anyone should die young or have the difficulties of being special needs. For me I don't believe in god I just wish there was one so anyone and everyone can just hold onto them and never let go.
Sometimes I wish that special need kids/adults and us were switched. What is they call us special needs, what if they were trying to help us. I have several of these thoughts as my big brother is special needs, despite he can't talk we connect and understand each other. Sometimes I think that is my brother was like the rest of us, that he might be bad and do bad things to others, so I come up with this theory. The thing is even if he was like that I would still love him, but all I know is that I'm happy he's with us because if he wasn't their would be a hole in my heart and I wouldn't understand why.
Sometimes I wish that special need kids/adults and us were switched. What is they call us special needs, what if they were trying to help us. I have several of these thoughts as my big brother is special needs, despite he can't talk we connect and understand each other. Sometimes I think that is my brother was like the rest of us, that he might be bad and do bad things to others, so I come up with this theory. The thing is even if he was like that I would still love him, but all I know is that I'm happy he's with us because if he wasn't their would be a hole in my heart and I wouldn't understand why.
Thursday, 2 May 2013
First post
Life is complicated but people deal with things in different ways, everyone has different problems and you can't single one out as different because you can't group others together. The way to get through life is to try and life life as if everyday is your last, I know many say that but it's true and you really can't put it in any other way. I wonder why on different days we feel different and chose different things but that's life and those are the real decisions we make without thinking, but those are the crosses or turns we make to in life everyday. Everything is hard but that's life and on some days it sucks but others your so glad that day happened, others you have no real attachment too but these are always better then ones that make you miserable and sad. I hope that helps to some but I will try to think of different perspectives for others.
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