Chry's Critters

[Erythro]

Congratz on a complete collection Chry! It's so amazing. I know of 4 people that have a collection now! XD Love your fursona btw. I read the story. ^^

[Chry]

Added a few more banners to my hoards, and also updated my links for the advents and the last 3 months

[Chry]

Regret ♂

Brumby's Run by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson

Brumby is the Aboriginal word for a wild horse. At a recent trial a N.S.W. Supreme Court Judge, hearing of Brumby horses, asked: "Who is Brumby, and where is his Run?"
A "Run" means Station

It lies beyond the Western Pines
Towards the sinking sun,
And not a survey mark defines
The bounds of "Brumby's Run".


On odds and ends of mountain land,
On tracks of range and rock
Where no one else can make a stand,
Old Brumby rears his stock.


A wild, unhandled lot they are
Of every shape and breed.
They venture out 'neath moon and star
Along the flats to feed;


But when the dawn makes pink the sky
And steals along the plain,
The Brumby horses turn and fly
Towards the hills again.


The traveller by the mountain-track
May hear their hoof-beats pass,
And catch a glimpse of brown and black
Dim shadows on the grass.


The eager stockhorse pricks his ears
And lifts his head on high
In wild excitement when he hears
The Brumby mob go by.


Old Brumby asks no price or fee
O'er all his wide domains:
The man who yards his stock is free
To keep them for his pains.


So, off to scour the mountain-side
With eager eyes aglow,
To strongholds where the wild mobs hide
The gully-rakers go.


A rush of horses through the trees,
A red shirt making play;
A sound of stockwhips on the breeze,
They vanish far away!


. . . . .


Ah, me! before our day is done
We long with bitter pain
To ride once more on Brumby's Run
And yard his mob again.

[Wesley]

Hurray, going to go check updates! I love your pets! If you ever have time, I'd love if you'd swing by my thread and give my pets a thrilling surprise visit. Beautiful job on the banners and the names of families, etc.

[nio]

I live in Victoria Australia too!
I am pretty much like you. I like most of the same things and hate most of the same things!

[wolfsrain1214]

hi,there are two things i want to say. one i love your pets and the other is that http://www.chickensmoothie.com/viewpet.php?id=16110469 was adopted on my b-day[=

[Chry]

hi,there are two things i want to say. one i love your pets and the other is that http://www.chickensmoothie.com/viewpet.php?id=16110469 was adopted on my b-day[=

Happy late birthday lol


Relatively minor update. Added a few more banners for the collection part, and some more family banners.

I really need to get my butt into gear and finish all my hoard banners xD

Up to 104 hoards now

[Chry]

Jesse David Gray
April 21st 1995 - March 27th 2003



She walked through the front door's of the childrens hospital. The smell of disinfectant overpowering her senses, making her stomach queasy. Today was her only day to visit him. Living so far away made it difficult, but when he got better she would spend as much time with him as she could. No matter what the operation or chemotherapy would do to him.

Stepping off the elevator onto the ward, she wandered past the play room, watching several children in wheelchairs playing air hockey. It made her smile, before she saw the tubes, bandages and IV's. Sadness weighed her young heart and she kept walking down the hallway, before stopping at the entrance to his room. She had braced herself in the car, knowing she would see his small thin body, hooked up to different machines. But she couldn't bear the actual site of him. Lying there. The bandage around his head. The tubes in his arms and nose.

It crushed her soul, her spirit, just to see him like that. She could only imagine how he must feel. She walked over to the chair beside his bed, and grabbed his hand. Holding it tightly. A hand clasped her shoulder, making her jump. She had completely forgotten her father had come with her, but she was grateful for his presence.

"I'm going to call your mother, let her know that your here," he said to her softly. She nodded. She stared at her younger brothers face. Stroking it gently, watching him sleep. Tears began to flow down her cheeks, she couldn't imagine this seven year old boy, so full of life only months before, could have something so debilitating as a tumour in his young brain. She stood over him and kissed his forehead, her hand leaning on something under the covers.

She pulled a small, shabby toy from under the covers. It was a present she had been given as a very young girl, that she had in turn, given to her brother when he was born. They had fought over it as kids, played with it, broken it several times, and cried till our mother sewed it back together again. This little toy unicorn, that meant nothing to the other children here, but meant everything to her and Jessie, was sitting there, under the covers, beside his fragile and sickly body. She had turned thirteen a few months ago, and decided to send it to him when she found out he was sick, now that she was far too old for silly little toy's.

Her tears fell onto the unicorn in her hands, before she placed it next to his chest, tucking him in with the toy that had been there through the few years they had spent together. She kissed her brothers head again, and stroked his hair. A hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. Her father had returned and he began to steer her towards the door. But standing in the door way, looking as though submerged in cloudy water was her brother. Healthy, happy, cradling that little unicorn toy. He smiled at her, and he slowly began to fade before her eyes. Before he disappeared her came up to her, and kissed her cheek before swirling away. Her father hadn't noticed a thing and walked out of the room before her, stopping and waiting for her. But she turned towards Jessie's bed, and watched him breathe his last breath.

The machines started making all sorts of noise and soon people were rushing in. Christie's father pulled her out of the room before she got run over, holding her as her heart, which had never known such pain, broke in two. The girl had fallen to the floor, sobbing, when something bumped her leg. It was the little unicorn toy, it had been knocked off the bed, and kicked out of the room. She held it to her chest, feeling its warmth, and she let the memories fill her mind. Blocking out the sick boy, and bringing back the image of the healthy and happy boy she loved.

This story, though based on true events, didn't happen this way. I did go visit him in hospital, and we did have a unicorn toy, but we gave it to Codie, our little sister, before Jessie went to hospital in 2002. He lived for 5 more months after the day I visited him, but on March 27th, just shy of his 8th birthday, he passed away in his sleep, at home, as a result of the tumour, and the treatment. This, however, was the last time I saw him alive.

[Olivia]

I'm so sorry for your loss. That story made me really sad. I have a little brother and I can't imagine..

I just wanted to say I love the way your whole thread is organized. In particular, the "families". <3

[Chry]

I'm so sorry for your loss. That story made me really sad. I have a little brother and I can't imagine..

I just wanted to say I love the way your whole thread is organized. In particular, the "families". <3

Thanks very much Olivia. I try to organise everything xD

And I couldn't write that without crying.