the warmest of the fuzzies

a 45-day-old short-beaked echidna

My Baby Buster

Tribute to my Baby Buster.  This Xmas will be 2 years since he passed away.  I miss him more than I can say.  I cried when he died and I cry still.  He left us too soon.  I know I’ll see him in heaven for there is no place called Paradise without my loving little boy Buster.

Here he is on Papa’s lap. “Sir” is what he called him.  Because he was a little gentleman.  T took care of him for two years, never complaining once about giving him his pills twice a day, paying for expensive medicine, taking him to the vet, holding him until the seizures stopped, cleaning up after him so lovingly as any Papa would.  T had faith that Bussie would recover from Valley Fever- but life had other plans.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

John Galsworthy

sharing a sunny spot with sister

To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though inasmuch as he had four legs, a tail, and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.

Hermione Gingold

Buster loved his bones.  He sucked on them like a pacifier.

Sweet and precious face.  Such innocent eyes.

Sleeping like an angel.

On mama’s lap like this almost every day for 10 years.

Best snuggles ever.

Always up for anything.

Except pictures when he wanted to play!

Looking into my baby boy’s eyes.

First day with adopted brother.

T just picked them up and both sunk into his lap and closed their eyes.  This is comfort.  This is trust.  This is love.

Baby Buster  took my heart and ran with it.  And there it is still- a piece of my heart bound up with his forever.

“No heaven will not ever Heaven be. Unless my dogs are there to welcome me.”

Last picture of the three musketeers:  Lil Peanut, Francine Laure and Baby Buster

I called him my little sweetheart.  If I said “Whose my little sweetheart?”  he knew I meant him.

“…love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

Kahlil Gibran

My dogs.

Bill Blass, after being asked “Who or what is the greatest love of your life?” by Vanity Fair magazine

This one was the last photo we had in our camera.  My very special niece Aubrey and her little buddy Buster.  I’m glad it was her because she loved him a whole lot.   She was proud of putting him to sleep like a baby by petting him in this photo.  You can’t tell but his mouth is open- he was snoring.

 

Buster

I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
His gentle head upon my knee
And shared his silent thoughts with me.

He’ll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more his favourite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called him to his golden throne.

Although my eyes are filled with tears
I thank him for the happy years
He let him spend down here with me
And for his love and loyalty.

When it is time for me to go
And join him there, this much I know
I shall not fear the transient dark
For he will greet me with a bark.

~Author Unknown

eye poetry

Holy cow!  I had to share these gorgeous prints found on Etsy.  I actually found them through http://www.79ideas.org .  They are so lovely, soft and sweet.  Eye poetry is very fitting.

 

The lovely images are from here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/EyePoetryPhotography?ref=seller_info

photographer: Irene Suchocki

 

 

 

 

She also sells iPhone cases that are beautiful too!  Check her out when you get a chance.  I tried to contact her to see if I could do a little interview but for some reason I wasn’t able to get through.  (So, Irene, if you are reading this somehow, I hope you will message me or email me at feefeehugs@gmail.com so I can do a little interview!)

Sweet little nothings

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Breathe me

-Breathe me – Sia One of the most powerful, beautiful, sad and profound songs/voices I’ve heard. LOVE this song. She’s putting it all out there.

 

 

Love is good

 

 

 

Lambie

I have a special place in my heart for lambs as you can tell from my “Lambie My Love” pinboard found here:

http://pinterest.com/feefeern/lambie-my-love/

My mom bought me a little lamb (stuffed animal) when I was a young child:

Lambie (on right) with hubby’s childhood toy, Bellybutton

We were shopping in a department story and I saw this little lamb as part of a display.  I carried it around the store and wanted to take it home but mom said no.  I set it down and cried.  It wasn’t a pouty, bratty cry but a truly sad, quiet goodbye kind of cry.  I walked to the van and sat in the backseat.  Mom turned on the car.  Then she turned it off.  She turned around and asked if I really wanted that lamb and I said “yes, I do.”  I already loved that lamb. Mom sent my brother Eddie back into the store to buy it for me.  I got quite a lot of hand-me-downs as I was the 7th of 8 children Mom and Dad had.  Getting this new lamb that was just my own was really special- and it wasn’t even my birthday or Christmas.  I still love Lambie.  She sits on a shelf in my closet next to Bellybutton.  That’s where my love for lambs comes from.  I slept with Lambie all the time and told her stories.  So lambs have a special place in my heart.  Especially vintage ones.

Here are some random things I found around the web.  Hope you enjoy.

Hugs, FeeFee

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