We said goodbye to our dear sweet Twinkle yesterday.
Some of you might remember this... Part one, Part two, Part three.
Moon dug a spot under the Japanese Maple, under the window where she perched on pillows stacked on a stool so that she could watch the birds. The moment she was buried it began to rain and several birds landed in the tree above us singing loudly.
A grieving cloth.
We took away all of her things, places, pillows, bed by the heat register, blankets everywhere, etc. Now there is emptiness scattered throughout the house.
Heartbroken.
