My Dearest Family Here on Human Pets

YOU BROUGHT ME HOME!!! As you can see from my current auction, I am back to my workaholic self! ;) I was in hospital with a very scary, must I say, blockage to two heart valves. I am resting as comfortably as I can here at my home right now, living my life as normally as I can, which, as you know me, means I'm helping people 24/7 and with a huge smile on my face ;) What can I say! It's the Irish rebel in me!! As you can read from my auction, I'm finding new and inventive (I guess you'd call it that) ways to make the children I assist and love so dearly smile. I am visiting the hospitals every day....yes, yes, I should be in bed, but this is what makes me happy. THIS is my calling. If I'm going down, I'm going down like a gentleman on the Titanic, with a top hat and tails on, Brandy swirling in my glass and the finest cigar in my hand...

I want to thank you for the unexpected outpouring of support while I was away in hospital, as well. It wasn't about thumbing my tales as much as I got daily letters and gestures from everyone!!!! Thumbs are nice and give me points, but your words of absolute love and praise, beauty and angelic prose were the absolute key to this physically broken heart of mine. I AM HOME!!! You, My Friends, are such incredible people. Even the ones with the off-colour sense of humour ;) You came out and let your soul shine through...you know who you are, and I love you so!! I'm so deeply indebted to all of you and will be with you until the end of time. Thank you, from my family, my friends here at home, my puppy dog who missed me so terribly, and , I, her ;) and from me, myself. I love you all so very deeply and wish all the stars in the great sky above to grant each and every one of you a wish tonight and every night thereafter. Please, hug yourself, no matter where you are in the world, just for me. YOU did this for me...you kept me here for now...I am home.

With So Much Love from this Silly Still Beating Heart of Mine,
Shay-Keeley
Unknown "My sweet Shay" I'm Back With Love... - 16 years, 3 months, 24 days ago

My Sweetest Friends and My Most Beloved Pets...

AN ANNOUNCEMENT

Your Dearest Queen is in hospital,
Yes, 'tis true, after all...it is so possible,
And there is only one thing I ask of you,
Keep me near and dear to your hearts,
Bring me back home so we'll never part,
Send me love if you think of me,
And energy if in your dreams I may be,
Because I'm visiting all of you in my own way,
Do not even attempt to rationalize it away,
Yes, that's your Shay, always there for you to stay.

If you need me I am here to read your loving words of praise,
But from day to day it's hard to make my arms raise,
To write you back how much I love and care for you,
So do me one kindness before you're through.

Thumbs this message to show me you care,
To show me the way home, just bring me there,
I can't hear you as well as I did before,
So remember to shout it with a mighty roar!

Can you do this for me, My Darling Angels?
Or will you let the Angels take me to their home instead...



Unknown "My sweet Shay" I'm Back With Love... - 16 years, 4 months ago

A Chuisle Mo Chroi

Sometimes it's the perfect memories that haunt you. Those ephemeral moments of self-awareness when everything bends to your will and you feel like some good-humored deity fashioned the world just for your amusement. And when they pass, you get to feeling so bloody hollow that you'll do anything to fill up the empty places inside and recapture an echo of the rush you used to get from knowing that you're it - preternatural and profane - indomitable.
You'll slaughter your own kind to sate your hunger for the hunt. Throw yourself down the neck of a bottle and hope it's enough to make you forget. Because living this wretched, fucking half-life after spending the last century as a God is just too much.
Easier than it sounds, of course, forgetting. And the only thing liquor really does anymore is make everything a bit softer, more hazy, and - if I'm lucky - slightly humorous. Weren't for the linebacker-sized lump of man-flesh teetering on the stool next to mine, I might even be laughing at Willie's painfully banal banter. But the fucker's fisting a tumbler of Bush Mills and an errant lock of hair the color of finished walnut hangs down over his cheekbone, taunting me. With my luck, if he turned his eyes on me, they'd be the same color as the stuff swirling in his glass. Least he doesn't look like the other.
Fuck Saint Valentine. Fuck Angelus. And fuck the power that broody wanker still holds over me. Should've learned by now that all roads eventually lead back to Sire. It would be tonight out of countless others my muddy, disjointed thoughts turn to him. The one night he treated me as I deserve. Precious.
Suddenly forgetting isn't even an option anymore, and I ride the high tide back through scarlet-stained snippets of memories past.
Unknown "My sweet Shay" I'm Back With Love... - 16 years, 4 months, 7 days ago

Ernie, MY ANGEL ABOVE...talk to me once I get this out there for the world to see:
The immaculate gift's you left behind, from one of the most amazingly intellectual minds,
You will never be lost, My Friend, not on my time.
I love you...and I know you're right above me right now....

Ode To Ernesto Chacon, Jr.

"I often think about a time we spent,

together on a rock near the sea.

Like ancient beasts,

we grunted and moaned.

Groaned about the past

and squinted in light of the new.

Our toes just out of the muck

and paws high in the sky.

Our words linger in those pools,

breathing but still left behind.

That's all I remember.

Still it's all very clear why

we still stay so near.

I love the way you love the way we love. "

-Ernesto Chacon Jr.
Died September 12, 2007 to Save 2 People's Lives

Ernie, I know you're getting this....you always told me to take over and use my gifts....I'm doing it since you literally led me to meeting TAPS, Jason and Grant, last December. Thank you for showing up in the picture with Craig and I.... ;)

I'm still Investigating the Paranormal on the Queen Mary. That's where your store still is, we kept it alive for you. We've seen each other in there since you passed, thank you for the message. Guide me in the Spectre Pool. We keep catching this figure of residual energy. I will be there next weekend for an investigation with TAPS. Help my senses, Babe. Is this Sara? Love and Light, My Darling, Ernie. We will meet again.


Unknown "My sweet Shay" I'm Back With Love... - 16 years, 4 months, 7 days ago

**For all of you out there who have been touched in some way by cancer you must thumb this prose. For myself, it was leukemia for 7 years (blood cancer with life saving O- blood...how conflicted do you think I felt??). If you don't thumb this you have no heart....you are dead already. I've personally passed over 100+ children to the other side, watching their last breaths hit the air and leaving with pride because I was there. It is my calling, my job, my passion, and my Ode to God. HELP ME!! When I was about 24 hours away from a 3 day coma I wrote this poem, as I am 7th generation published in my Native Country.

----THIS IS CANCER----

The Heart Does Die

The beautiful dictated heart I once used so well and advised,
Now a piece of flesh that is ready and waiting for its' own demise,
So they say fewer can do what my own can stand,
This I will out-do anyone who dares think they can.

Another day's worry that my green eyes can possibly stay dry,
With the saddening news that I did all I could do to try,
More thoughts and stories, thank yous and goodbyes, from friends regarding who I was to them in this life,
Is causing me tears of joy by day, twilight, and endless nights.

My bones ache by the mere thought of my eyes closing forever,
But know that as I lay in peace, I will forever be near and quite clever,
Your houses are not safe from my voice and thoughts, nor are your hearts safe when they are less than true,
As I will always be beside all who loved me, to wrap my strong wings around you when your emotions run blue.

I am gracious for your grace and comfort while on this plane,
A task that no matter how difficult my words can become, I will never be able to explain,
To be loved by so many in such a short amount of time, only I will know as I have always been,
And for your undivided attention, endless support, and love I feel as though when I lose this war, I ultimately win.

As all who know what I am attempting to say, please refrain from being sad for me,
I am Irish to the core, as my thick accent will tell you so, scruffy-voiced, I will always be,
I ask only one thing of all of you and it is this, notice the beauty in life and never live in fear of fear.
Love each other as much as I love each and every one of you, and hold your heart, mind, and soul close to you and dear.

This is my final gift to you, as some of you will read it here and there, but be sure all will receive my final wishes,
My stubbornness knows no bounds and I believe that every one of you will keep me alive in your hearts with stories, as I am one of the Big Fishes,
We have known this for so long, and it looks as though it's time to let me depart from this worthy vessel God gave me,
When you miss me too much to bare, look up at the stars and call my name...as you know I am always where I am needed, so there I will be.

Thank you for your undying love and support as my breath becomes shallow and my heart swells with unwanted water,
This is the way I chose for me long ago, and I must keep my dignity in tact coming closer to this close,
I am eager to take care of everyone from the other side, where the boundaries are nonexistent and will allow me to shine as I do,
Don't forget me, Friend, as I will never abandoned, nor forget, any detail or memory concerning you.
Unknown "My sweet Shay" I'm Back With Love... - 16 years, 4 months, 7 days ago