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This is how I feel a lot of the time, like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle, not whole, unfinished, broken.
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Ellabella44
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My current one is my support cat Nietzsche. She lived to be 18 years old and was a great cat. Miss her and like seeing her .
ground crew
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I held my phone up to my dog, Flukey, and when he leand out to sniff it i snapped a picture. I loved flukey a lot but old age took him some years ago, but after the worst four months imaginable for a puppy, he found my son and me. I worked hard to de stress him. Hey was loyal to a fault and a comfort when i had sleep disturbances. If he was looking at me when i woke up, it was just me. If he was looking out, i needed to look into something. He didnt protect but he was informative!!
I choose this picture to honor a great companion i killed with people food scraps, as a treat, out of love, not fast! He was 13 years old and very happy. His joy at a walk could lift my spirits.
I need another dog!
I choose this picture to honor a great companion i killed with people food scraps, as a treat, out of love, not fast! He was 13 years old and very happy. His joy at a walk could lift my spirits.
I need another dog!
KwanYingirl
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Mine is a photo of a Buddha statue in my garden. My name is KwanYingirl. She achieved Buddha enlightenment, but chose to stay on the Earth and vowed to help the suffering of people. And until such time that we are free of suffering, she is here to comfort us. I have Buddhas all over the place. One is just his head, one he is asleep with his head on his knee. I have a miniature happy Buddha in my fairy garden. It all expresses my gratitude of the lessons I have learned to change my self defeating thoughts. Just breathe and walk with compassion for all of Nature.
ReachingOutJ
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I feel like I need more than a million hugs, and doggies love you unconditionally.
Neverthesame
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I have been thinking I need a new one, but for the moment it is a picture of me holding up a lobster. Caught him myself, well, technically a fisherman caught him first, somewhere of the eastern coast of Canada. Then someone else caught him, put rubber bands on his claws, and stuffed him and about 20kg worth of his friends, into a polystyrene box. Where he was flown on a airplane, to somewhere in western Canada, where I signed for him.
The box he came in was a bit warm and battered, so I had to open it up and (the next bit is meant to be very tongue in cheek). Bravely reach inside, wrestle one of the lobsters free from the pile of of his very angry, jetlagged and possibly somewhat airsick companions. Risking life and limb (well no not really, the rubber bands rather effectively render them helpless) to raise one up proudly in the air and proclaim. "Nope, it's fine. No deadloss. Go ahead and send them our for sale." hee, hee.
I couldn't help but notice that the lobster I had in my hand, had the most bemused look on his face. :grumpy:<¬ kinda like this. My favourite emote.
I think we probably had the same thought going through our heads. "Good lord, those are hideous. I sure hope someone eats it."
It just felt fitting. As sometimes I feel like I have a bit in common with that poor creature.
Comes out of a cold dark lonely wasteland. (depression, isolation, that unpleasant hole one digs themselves with fear, drugs and alcohol)
Had his claws bound, his tools for living rendered useless.
(I cannot do the thing in life I felt, feel that I was meant to. I was an EMT. I wanted to be a paramedic. I have never found anything else that I had so much passion for. But now, It's all I can do not to have a panic attack when someone asks me to assist them with some minor first aid booboo. Somehow I don't think I'd be much use riding in the ambulance, huffing into a paper bag, trying to get my CO2 back up.)
The only thing that protects him now is his hard shell, which encumbers him as much as it serves, one he also cannot escape.
(The cold, quiet, unfriendly mask I put on every day for the rest of the world to see.)
Stuck in a place that doesn't suit him. A strange oddity, to be looked upon with fascination or revilement. Waiting for whatever is to become of him, if anything.
Mind you, I hope that is where the similarities end. I have no intention of winding up a pot of boiling water. HA!
Hmm.
Maybe, I don't need to change it anytime soon after all.
The box he came in was a bit warm and battered, so I had to open it up and (the next bit is meant to be very tongue in cheek). Bravely reach inside, wrestle one of the lobsters free from the pile of of his very angry, jetlagged and possibly somewhat airsick companions. Risking life and limb (well no not really, the rubber bands rather effectively render them helpless) to raise one up proudly in the air and proclaim. "Nope, it's fine. No deadloss. Go ahead and send them our for sale." hee, hee.
I couldn't help but notice that the lobster I had in my hand, had the most bemused look on his face. :grumpy:<¬ kinda like this. My favourite emote.
I think we probably had the same thought going through our heads. "Good lord, those are hideous. I sure hope someone eats it."
It just felt fitting. As sometimes I feel like I have a bit in common with that poor creature.
Comes out of a cold dark lonely wasteland. (depression, isolation, that unpleasant hole one digs themselves with fear, drugs and alcohol)
Had his claws bound, his tools for living rendered useless.
(I cannot do the thing in life I felt, feel that I was meant to. I was an EMT. I wanted to be a paramedic. I have never found anything else that I had so much passion for. But now, It's all I can do not to have a panic attack when someone asks me to assist them with some minor first aid booboo. Somehow I don't think I'd be much use riding in the ambulance, huffing into a paper bag, trying to get my CO2 back up.)
The only thing that protects him now is his hard shell, which encumbers him as much as it serves, one he also cannot escape.
(The cold, quiet, unfriendly mask I put on every day for the rest of the world to see.)
Stuck in a place that doesn't suit him. A strange oddity, to be looked upon with fascination or revilement. Waiting for whatever is to become of him, if anything.
Mind you, I hope that is where the similarities end. I have no intention of winding up a pot of boiling water. HA!
Hmm.
Maybe, I don't need to change it anytime soon after all.
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I love glasswing butterflies :happy:
The name in Spanish means "little mirrors" and I have been reflecting on a lot recently.
The name in Spanish means "little mirrors" and I have been reflecting on a lot recently.
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Mine is computer drawing from my oldest granddaughter about three years ago. I love it because it is pretty and everyone can recognize me by my avatar because I have no desire at all to change it. My family is so important to me and my oldest granddaughter is aware that I am using her drawing and she feels loved and special.
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