Bean.
Almost 19 years together.
Gone 7 months now.
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October Country
...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...
-Ray Bradbury
-Ray Bradbury
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Halloween, poetry, photography, ambient music, my Halloween creations...and anything else I feel like.
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- He Has A Way With Me
- Watchers
- Mercury
- Notice
- So Sad 'n Pretty
- Drifting In Space
- Only Lovers Left Alive
- Miss Havisham's Table
- Before Dawn
- The Wrong House
- Girly Things Make Me Happy
- Stash
- Excerpt : The Last Scarecrow
- Let's Just Go, Shall We?
- You're Dreaming It
- Wouldn't You Love To Love Her?
- Tired Places
- Why Are You Not At Rest?
- Oblivion
- She's Got Your Number
- Nearly There
- Tree Ghost At Dusk
- More Halloween Day
- Excerpt From A Series
- Autumn Morning
- November Jackos
- The Poetry of Bertolt Brecht
- An Old Love
- I Kill What I Catch
- The Hotel Winter
- I Miss You. Every. Single. Day.
- Untitled Poem
- God? God Is Love. I Don't Love You.
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About Me
- bean
- Born with Halloween & horror in the blood. Photographer. Writer. Maker of many things. Connoisseur of horror films, with over 25 years of viewing & education. ~All photos, writings, and artistic works done by yours truly across all my blogs are copyrighted to me. **It must be noted, I am former collaborator and wife of the Halloween artist Pumpkinrot. Collaborator: 2008 thru 2018, Wife: 2008 thru 2020.
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5 comments:
I totally feel for you. I have a 21 year old cat myself....not sure what I will do with the void that he leaves when his time comes...
Every morning I wake up, and every morning she is gone.
My hearts breaks open again and again.
Just love your little one. Deny him nothing. The last few years whenever she wanted me, I was hers. We spent the last few months getting up at 2 am and hanging together in the wee hours. I love that I had that with her in the end.
Awww =*( I'm so sorry for your loss. My heart breaks for you. I have two kitties that I love with my whole heart, one 7 and the other 5. They brighten my day, every day. Can't imagine being without them.
Hang in there. Sending warm kitty wishes your way.
Thanks, Countess.
I just miss her sweet little self.
My shadow.
Sorry for the loss of your Kitty. Never ceases to amaze me, the bond between our pets and ourselves.
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