My cat Gwiffen was hit by a car last night. Some dear friends saw her in the street and were kind enough to bring her home. My dad and I buried her in his hosta garden this morning, right next to my favorite hosta, called Halcyon. My dad randomly chose the spot, and I couldn't have come up with a better one.
I can't seem to find any decent photographs; the above was taken at the end of December 06, back when she was a boy and called Slartibartfast. (I don't know why that happened, either.)
But the lilacs are blooming and smell lovely, and the apple trees are flowering, and it's still a beautiful day.
1 comment:
What a gorgeous kitty she was! Hanna Kate, Griffin and I are so sorry for your loss!
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