I almost never buy cut flowers because I prefer flowers to grow naturally...and die naturally, not prematurely by being cut, but today, I decided to make an exception.
My son would be coming back, and I wanted Vixey's basket to have fresh flowers, so I stopped at the florist after work and bought two stalks of orange chrysanthemums.
Upon reaching home, I sprinkled water on the flowers, cut them short, and replaced the withered ones in the little basket.
Till today, I have not opened the little urn yet. Somehow, it seems disrespectful to do so, but today, I thought I would.
What I saw inside was again, what I would call, a labour of love. James Kho had made the effort of arranging Vixey's bones very neatly in the little urn.
Suki sniffing at the fresh flowers
I'm not ready to bury Vixey's ashes yet.
I know she has sent the yellow butterfly and golden dragonfly to tell me to let go because she is in a better place, but I still miss Vixey very much.
No words can ever describe the special bond we shared - Vixey and me.
Indy, watching over Suki, Bobby and me, sitting in the garden with Vixey's bungalows in the background. Cherish all your loved ones while you still can. Every moment is precious.
P.S. The yellow butterfly did not come today. But it's ok. I already know.