Below my largest hydrangea and among a groundcover of periwinkle. There is a headstone which is a head cast in stone and with a place to nestle a candle. Enjoy the garden sweet prince.
Friday, July 11, 2008
My darling sweetheart I miss you so but I am happy to have known you and honored to have shared the length of your lifetime on this earth. How can a little ball of fluff and nothing, weighing practically nothing, contain a heart of solid gold, a spirit of perfect silver, and enough personality to last forever. I never did take a picture of you honey but I never threw out one single feather from your little body, ever. I saved them in a jar. To me they were too precious to just lay in the garbage. I could not bear it. Each feather was touched (some many times) by my hand as I picked them up from the bottom of the cage, or rescued them from the whisk broom and dust pan. There are more than 15 years worth my sweetest dude. Thanks for those years spent with me. Good night, sweet prince. Love Mom.