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I thought just a touch
Something small, only for me
That quiet nod, the knowing look
Stranded on this island
I am alone, but never far from the crowd
Its bright and yet I cannot see for the darkness
Quiet consumes, the screams leave me deafened
Sometimes, just now and again I wish for little more
Peace of mind, a moment of nothing
Understanding and letting go
Leaves me empty, leaves me bitter, leaves me somehow whole
Understanding and always letting go
Leaves me one heartbeat shy of cardiac arrest
Understanding and the heart not ever letting go
Thats what leaves me complete

Fall, a time of harvest, of reaping what we have sown all summer long. Dallying in sunlight and making hay as they once used to say. I find myself lost in quiet contemplation, of things gone on and those left behind. I watch the leaves change, then slowly drift to the ground. Fall is a season of gratitude and yet its full of death as well. The green of summer leaves behind the blaze of autum, announcing that winter will soon be on its heels.

The boys are warm in flannels, they have hammies galore in wonderful colors. Nanny in Texas made warm fleece sets for them to cuddle into. No drafts to bother this group of spoiled boys.

Soon there will pumpkin pies baking, it was a favorite with my boys for a very long time. The babies will get a taste for the first time, bet they love it.

Such a sweet boy, always a wonderful companion. It seems as though this group of rats has found a home deep in our hearts and the pain is overwhelming
He was a double Fraggle, something glorious and special. He loved his foods and would sit for hours at the cage door hoping for Scott to come along and cuddle with him. No rat wagged his tail more for petting. I think he was the only rat I ever met that wagged his tail, an endearing trait.
I remeber the February afternoon we picked him and his two brothers up, eating nachos on the way home. They were little con artists and loved to escape for playtime and hide and seek in the furniture.
Trunk will be much missed by his daddy Scott. I know how much he loved that little man. I know how much we loved him. Its a hard act to follow and a place earned in our hearts forever.
Sleep well little man. Tell those who have went ahead that we miss them, love them always. Its never easy to lose any of you.

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So Fall is here, the weather is slowly changing. I miss the boys of summer, those gone on to the bridge. Its hard to let them go, yet they need to rest in peace as well.
I am having alot of cage liners made up for the boys. I enjoy seeing the different colors and knowing they are warm and comfy in the cage.
I often sit and watch them, they dig and get comfortable. They love blankies and I suppose I love to indulge them as much as possible. My Urn is now 21 months old. Time sure does go by quickly. For the rats each day is special, lived to the fullest. For some of the old timers, thats good food, cool water and alot of long naps. Thats living it up when your body begins to feel its age.

Just wanted to extend a welcome and congratulations to Valerie over at Azure Ridge. She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on Friday the 22nd.

Welcome to the World Isabella!!!!!