this post is about my pony buddy love.
buddy was a rescued pony that i got in 1996. when i first got him he was skin and bones and had no will to live. but once he got into the pasture with clean water and fresh grass to eat he had gained a sparkle in his eye that was so unforgettable.
buddy had taught me so many things in the 6 years we were together. he changed my life so much. he was the only reason i would wake up in the morning. although i miss him so much i know he is always with me and is my angel. i wake up every morning seeing the picture of me brushing his mane with a huge smile on my face and that special sparkle in his eye.
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Ok, I joined this Community last night. But was too tired to post anything... I'm still not quite sure what I want to say about Bob on here yet... But I will say this... He was an amazing guy, and died at the age of 13 after commiting suicide... He hung himself in his closet... and it's said that he killed himself because he couldn't take the fact that his so called friends started to turn their backs on him when he came out about being Bisexual... This crushed me... His true friends could have cared less, they still knew him as the same old Bob, the Bob that lit up the room with his awsome fasion statments and his loving personality... I wasn't the best of friends with him, I was too busy being anti social... I regret that, cause he was fun to hang out with, and such a great person... He died earlier this year, a few months ago actualy... in early april... It kills me that he was driven to this. I know he was depressed, and having a hard time dealing... But he shouldn't have had to go through that. He shouldn't have had people turn on him that he trusted... I'll miss him, and always remember him... Later, I'll post the artical... and his last journal entry on live journal...
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I'm new to this community, and only the second post of it.
My post is about Frankie. I'm not going to say who or what Frankie is/was yet. Frankie, as he was called, was sickly and ill for most of his short life, since birth. He was small, but friendly. He, though he could not talk, was an amazing being. He somehow puts me in the state of mind that he cares, understands, and loves me. He died, unfortunately, of lukiemia (sp?) barely a month ago. It's hard to explain how much feeling his little body expelled, but I love him and miss him. He was extraordinary, and now that I look back on it, it is truly amazing the being he was, considering he was a kitten. In everything, there is an interpretation, and in Frankie it was easy to find. He seemed so much more than a cat inside, but only now as I look back do I realize it. Cherish the moments you have with everyone and everything you can. It is truly amazing how you can see things when you really look. I hope that isnt too confusing and you understand my point.
RIP Frankie
Greetings, my friends among the living! I just created this community, so I thought it was my duty to kick off. As a historian and genealogist, I think about the past a lot--about those who have gone before and how they shaped the world around them for generations to come. The dead are incredibly important to our lives, and this community's purpose is to acknowledge that special debt of gratitude we own the people who have helped make us who we are.
I want to start off by dedicating this community to my grandfather, Robert L Leinart Jr (1926-2003) who died just a couple weeks ago. He had been ill for many years, and it was hard to watch the difficulty he had to go through just to live his life. He had many faults, and messed up his life in a number of ways, but he was a wonderful grandfather, and he really managed to turn things around in the end.
We knew his time was coming, so, in his last days, the entire family assembled here in Montana--four children, ten grandchildren, two great-grandchildren and various in-laws. It was so wonderful for everyone to be able to be together at that time. Grandpa got to see all of us again, though by that time, he could no longer speak.
He got to see his first great-grandson for the very first time (Parker is two), and his eyes opened really wide (he had the bluest eyes), and a big grin spread across his face, and he nearly sat up in his bed at the hospice, reacing out to the little boy. Parker, of course, didn't understand much of what was happening, except that "Mama's Papa" was sick, but he gave grandpa a kiss on the cheek.
It was a death anyone would have wished for. A comfortable room, surrounded by loved ones. It was all very peaceful, and he just kind of slipped away at the end, after sleeping more and more every day.
The memorial service was lovely, and it was a full house. My cousin Angela spoke on behalf of all us grandkids, then my Dad and Uncle Bill each said a peace. I sad in front with my little cousin Linzey on my lap, hiding behind her occasionally so no one would see the tears (we don't show much emotion in my family, I'm afraid, but deep down, I am a big softie).
Memories: Coming to Montana for Christmas as a child. There was always snow, and grandpa might blow smokerings for you. He was from Tennessee originally, so he always said "pah" instead of "pie". Those are the ones I will share here. There are other, less happy ones, having to do with mistakes he made. It's important to remember the good stuff, and put the bad stuff aside after learning the lessons it can teach us.
I am staying with my grandmother this summer, so she won't be alone. She is coping really well, but she has had a long time to get used to the idea. Still, it must be very hard for her--sort of beyond my comprehension at this point.
R.I.P. Robert L. "Bob" Leinart
8 Nov 1926 - 30 Jun 2003
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