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Oh what an interesting day. Spent the better amount of it thinking about the ironies of life and how when you look from above, you can see how all the little deranged quilt pieces that fate is sewing together really fit, even if at some points they don't look like it. All day things have been happening to make me look at that quilt in awe. She waited until today, the same day james had asked me to come down, everyone and my boots managed to go missing when I needed to leave, layton had to work overtime so I was able to wait until james' dad got off work though that part didn't end up mattering, and in the between times I was able to give him hugs and try to help him feel better.

Cleo died very early this morning, at 4 in the morning he told me. When james called me at 10:30 and asked if I could talk, though I was going to be down there anyway, I knew something was wrong. It was either he had been kicked out or cleo had died, and he was calling from his house... so you can get the idea. I was so hoping it wasn't that though. And I asked if it was what I was thinking, then told him to just say it, he did and I just felt my heart drop. I worry about james. Know how much he loved her and he's never lost a pet before.

Brought her back up to my house at 5. That, in my mind, was the easiest solution with the way the day was working. I live on property too and it always feels so disrespectful to do anything other than bury pets when they die. I don't believe in handing them off to complete strangers. I know I don't want to be handed off, but I also won't have any choice in the matter. You held so much love for them when they were alive, they should be given dignity in death. Why anyone would do otherwise is just strange and I will never understand it. Told my mom what I was doing, she was fine with it. Don't know why she wouldn't be. So I brought cleo home with me and did just that, because she deserved nothing less.

Picture of the day: Waiting

You are The Tower

Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.

The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.

The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.

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Sep. 20th, 2006 06:30 am (UTC)
Thank you so much.
Sep. 20th, 2006 06:31 am (UTC)
Er, thank you so much.
Sep. 20th, 2006 07:38 am (UTC)
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