Page Five, website outline
Some people reading this page in the past have made the erroneous and mean-spirited assumption that these animals were taken from me because I abused them in some way, or because I didn’t take care of them. That’s doesn’t happen to be true. They were taken because I was illegally evicted, couldn’t afford a lawyer, had no place to go with the animals, and the indolent dull-wits at the DMH didn’t bother to find us such a place.
Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and forever. ~~~ walter scot
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Tuuschi is the one up on the perch. He and Tammi, his sister and mate for life, were bothborn crippled in October of 1994. And yet they were as happy and loving and resourceful as all the lovebirds in their family. here to read more about Tuuschi, and here to read his poem. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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After the death of Tammi, Tuuschi the lovebird bonded beautifully with Canajoharie the parakeet, and vice versa. They became great friends, but couldn’t share a cage because lovebirds love to bite the feet of other species of birds.
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Manchmal wünschte ich, meine Zeit wäre wie Eis,
dann hätt’ ich so viel Zeit gewonnen.
Doch während ich darüber nachdenk’ ist ganz leis’
ein Stück von unsrer Zeit zeronnen.
~~ reinhard mey
Lizzie was born in 1988, and lived with someone else until I got her at age 3 in 1991. She was funny, and feisty, and very much set in her ways as she got older. Like all parrots, she could give you a bite once in a while if you transgressed her rules.
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Brainse’s the one sitting up gazing out the window, looking for things to bark at. The dogs lying with her are her father (Mishi) and her sister (Braon). Braon died several hours after this photo was taken, euthanized, as the euphemism would have it, on the operating table because of a raging, bleeding cancer on her pancreas. Mishi was also one of the 14 taken from me on 12 March 2008. (here to Brainse’s poem).
- Some of the cats taking their nap. All taken from me, hidden in various places, and presumed euthanized. Back corner of bed:
Chani
- (7 and a half when taken) and
Mandy
- (14 when taken). Front of bed: Chani’s two brothers
Aram
- (orange) and
Abel (tan)
here to Aram’s poem, or Abel’s
Judah was 13 and a half, and Chan had recently turned 12 when they were both taken from me. Shiloh was first cousin to Chan, and also, of course, to Judah’s other two children, Chailin and Ziidjian. Judah’s the Siamese, and the black and white one gazing sadly out the window is Chan. I say sadly because it was hard for my cats at our last address on Millers Falls Road in Turners Falls. It’s a very busy street and I was too afraid of them being hit to let them out. Some of my cats had always gone outside when they wanted to, but Chan was one who’d pretty much always been an inside cat. And yet he would sometimes look out the window sadly like that. ~~(Judah ~~ Chan, and his poem).
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Manchmal wünschte ich, meine Liebe wär’ ein Haus, mit Giebeln die zum Himmel ragen. Mal’ ich (euch) meine Liebe schon vergebens aus, will ich sie (euch) wenigstens sagen. ~~ reinhard mey (with license)Shiloh, who was 15 and a half when she was taken, and two weeks later killed by the so-called animal “shelter.” (here to see another shot of Chan; here to Shiloh’s Poem).
read… Stolen stars… Sehnen…
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- tá mé cailte gan thú
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