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December the 17th in the year 2010. This was at first a hard day. On this day it’s accurately a month ago sense we put our beloved dog Charlie to rest. A hole month has passed sense that day, and honestly it hasn’t been easy. To keep up the mood, when you know the house will be quite and lifeless when you get home, not to mention in these cold December days, you find no warm dog waiting on the other side of the door. Yes, I am still sad, I’m still down about it. So I had to mark this day for more than one thing.
Cosplay of the day is Fuu once more. I originally had planned another picture, but when my Jin and Mugen wished for a Fuu picture on this special day, I wanted to follow that request. I wish this picture could have been a more cheerful one, especially because I have another one, which is much more bright and joyful, but sadly I will not use it.
The picture is of our lights representing the days of Advent. But in this case it resembles more than one thing.
I have a light for my Jin and Mugen.
The last candlelight is lighted for my dog, in memory and respect of his life and death.
- When its Christmas lighting the lights is what Fuu enjoys the most. Lighting them, and placing memories in every single one of them.
Please enjoy this day of December.
Look on my sisters DA *LillyKitsune, for the next picture – on December the 18th.
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Character: Kasumi Fuu
Series: “ Samurai Champloo ”
Author: Shinichirō Watanabe
Photographer 
Image size
1000x1500px 810.47 KB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon EOS 450D
Shutter Speed
1/6 second
Aperture
F/4.5
Focal Length
29 mm
ISO Speed
1600
Date Taken
Dec 21, 2008, 6:10:16 PM
Sensor Size
5mm
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We have pets. That are like people.
But there is always that pet, that pet who brings life to our house, to our daily life, to our mornings, who always expect s to arrive, who -were they people- would be greeting us with their arms wide open, ear to ear smile, and the comfiest hug ever
Sometimes we wait for twenty five years to get a pet that is that luminous, that stirs the big wide pot that is our lives, making it all bubbly
And the moment we notice HOW MUCH, is when they depart.
There is emptiness.
Quietness.
Everything gets frozen cold.
We breath, and the air gets crinkled of so disturbed on its own lamenting solitude.
It gets unbearable. The silence is so loud that it gets unbearable.
Had I read this two years ago, I wouldn't, for the life of me, have been able to write this down - nor to understand it so perfectly
A year and some months ago I got that kind of light here. Two months ago, I lost that light in 12 hours of sheer agony, trying to comfort her through all the pain and fear she must have felt. After the burial, there it was.
That new reality.
Felt by me, my family, and my other pets.
That silence.
But listen: as sorry as I may be for you to having to currently hear that silence, I am not sorry that you know that silence.
Because you only know there is silence, because you got the rare privilege of listening to the music, to the joy, of such a bright light in your and your family's' life's!
And those memories are sheer fireworks!! I know!!!!! And they shine throughout all the shadows that the emptiness and silence do cast over our hearts
And that rare magic, that celebration of life, as you perfectly pointed-out, are worth it - and they totally rock on!!!! \m/
Cheers!
But there is always that pet, that pet who brings life to our house, to our daily life, to our mornings, who always expect s to arrive, who -were they people- would be greeting us with their arms wide open, ear to ear smile, and the comfiest hug ever
Sometimes we wait for twenty five years to get a pet that is that luminous, that stirs the big wide pot that is our lives, making it all bubbly
And the moment we notice HOW MUCH, is when they depart.
There is emptiness.
Quietness.
Everything gets frozen cold.
We breath, and the air gets crinkled of so disturbed on its own lamenting solitude.
It gets unbearable. The silence is so loud that it gets unbearable.
Had I read this two years ago, I wouldn't, for the life of me, have been able to write this down - nor to understand it so perfectly
A year and some months ago I got that kind of light here. Two months ago, I lost that light in 12 hours of sheer agony, trying to comfort her through all the pain and fear she must have felt. After the burial, there it was.
That new reality.
Felt by me, my family, and my other pets.
That silence.
But listen: as sorry as I may be for you to having to currently hear that silence, I am not sorry that you know that silence.
Because you only know there is silence, because you got the rare privilege of listening to the music, to the joy, of such a bright light in your and your family's' life's!
And those memories are sheer fireworks!! I know!!!!! And they shine throughout all the shadows that the emptiness and silence do cast over our hearts
And that rare magic, that celebration of life, as you perfectly pointed-out, are worth it - and they totally rock on!!!! \m/
Cheers!