Did you ever notice when the sun goes down Out of nowhere comes a strange and pretty sound It's a whistling tune for walking in the night If you listen you can hear it in the breeze Specially when the breeze is drifting through the treesIt's a whistling tune for walking in the night And the murmuring waters sing the song The echoing mountains hum along The whispering valleys fill the air With a whistling tune our hearts can shareIt's so wonderful to walk beneath the moon Listening to old mother nature's favorite tune It's a whistling tune for walking in the night
stitch Aloha!
im very small compared to my brother. mommys not even sure if were from the same breeder but it doesnt matter cause he will always be brother. im names stitch cause im small but can be wild. mommy says theres somthing wrong with me either im add or bipoler. one second im up and about next im down for the count.oh im also a vanpire. im often found sleeping next to elvis but im often lached to his neck mommy thinks its funny...out of the two of us i was the free one. and hey ladys... were both single!
Ohana means family, family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.
This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.
stormyi was a 12 week old stander gray chinchilla. i was saved from a breeder on april 19 2007 i was beeing housed with my sister and a dead baby chinchilla. mommy thought she was saving me from a bad situation but sadly i died 6 days later on april 25 2007. RIP stormy... you will be missedDo believe I'll never leave you: Always I'll be in your heart. Don't forget my soul is near you, And so we'll never be apart.Do believe I'll never leave you: Always I'll be in your heart. Don't forget my soul is near you: Death might take my presence from you, Yet we'll never be apart.
Tiny paws reach for me in my dreams as you did in life taking my heart in your small fingers in the brief time allotted to you. I feel your whiskers on my cheek, hear your diminutive chirrup in my ear near the shoulder that you loved to snuggle on.I reach to touch the ethereal, velvety softness that was you but grasp only heartache and hard reality.I am disconcerted that something so little and fragile should leave such a large hole and such a powerful ache.I find myself weeping for joy never to be shared, baby kisses lost to the wind and the missing piece of my heart.These you take with you along with my love.What might have been.... difficult words oft spoken in fading whispers with a sigh.
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