boy died yesterday. He had lung cancer. He was 10 years old.
him home when he was just two weeks old because his mother stopped nursing him and
his litter mates.
didn’t know at the time was that the rest of his litter (aside from one brother) would later be
destroyed. When we found out, we started a shelter and re-homing program for neglected, unwanted, and abused dogs.
little pup inspired us to save 106 dogs over a 5 year period.
Like this one:
And this one:
into a prince. A big, beautiful prince.
the birth of our two boys. He moved with us across the country, then across an
me unconditionally. He trusted me implicitly. We were a team. He was my shadow, my sidekick. My solace when times were hard, my
motivation to be calmer, slower, more patient.
me about joy.
me how important it is to smile. How to live better in the moment.
in my bed, then when the boys came, right beside my bed. He was unerringly
careful, caring, and gentle.
He was my
boy. And yesterday I repaid his sweetness and love and did something that hurt so
badly, something that scarred, something only true love can do. I gave him
peace and I broke my own heart.
You always thought there was something wrong with you. Because you don’t feel things the way other people do. But she always thought that was what made you beautiful. She wanted you to know that if you were a shape, you were a straight line. An arrow. ~X~
My own personal tribute to the recent Kirby games because I love everything about them, but the baddies who turn into your buddies by the end are definitely one of the things I love the absolute most. <3 (click for captions)
In the late 1990s, amidst rising poverty and with millions of his citizens on the verge of famine, the former Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein decided to spend hundreds of million dollars on three grandiose projects in a bid to bolster his Islamic credentials and preserve his tyrannical legacy. Only one was completed. The Umm al-Ma'arik mosque —Umm al-Ma'arik meaning “Mother of All Battles"— was designed to commemorate the First Gulf War of 1991-92, and at the same time, serve as a personal tribute to Saddam himself.
“I drew him more than ever after I believed him to be dead. Part of it was because it was a little therapeutic; as silly as it sounds. Another part was, it was my own personal tribute to him. But the largest part? I was afraid that one day, I’d forget his face.”
So, my family has this tradition every Christmas where someone has to send a Chia Pet as a gag gift. The recipient has to decorate and give away the one for next year.
Last Christmas, I got “Chia Adele”, so this year I’m calling this one my personal tribute to 2016. Since every aspect of this year’s presidential election was so godawfully bad and doesn’t bode well for the future, I turned everyone’s favorite candidates into the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
Some lucky person in my family will be getting this tonight. Merry Christmas filthy mortals!
This is a personal tribute to one of my favorite manga series ever. I’ve been a huge Inuyasha fan since I was a 13 year old… and now that I’m 23 I decided to draw them with all I’ve got! Man, time sure flies. (I’m getting emotional here i’ll stop bye)