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Djinn, my first dob
died on
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Here’s
to you Djinn, my first, so precious
Doberman bitch, here’s to you,
who helped me fight a terrible illness.
You’re the reason that I’m
still alive; I cannot thank you enough!!!
Little Fox said: "But what happens
when we’re dead? Will you still
love me?
Does love carry on?"
His mother cradled him against her
as they watched the night, the moon
in darkness and the stars shining.
"Look at the stars, Little Fox,
how they twinkle and glitter! Some
of them have been dead for a long
time, but they’re still shining
in the night sky because, as you can
see, Little Fox, Love, like the stars,
never dies...."
I
WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU MAM'ZELLE DJINNOU
!!!
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"Do not cry if you love me"
"Death is nothing at all.
I have simply slipped away into the next
room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were for each other, that
we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you
always used.
Put no difference into your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little
jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
it always was,
Let it be spoken without
effect, without the ghost of a shadow
on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was: there is
absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind,
Because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near, just around the corner....
All is well.....
You will find my heart again, you will
rediscover its pure affection.
Dry your tears and do not cry if you love
me."
Saint Augustine
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Djinn & Maiway |
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Maiway, Ayrton & Djinn |
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| "But
if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to
shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step
that will be different from all the others. Other
steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground.
Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow.
And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder?
I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The
wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that
is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of
gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you
have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden,
will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall
love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."
"... And when the
hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall
cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little
prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm;
but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said
the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox,
"because of the color of the wheat fields."
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