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.
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This is for you KahYein.
http://www.indigo.org/rainbowbridge_ver2.html
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
I want to go to Rainbow Bridge, and meet all my departed pets. I don't mind staying on in Rainbow Bridge, it sounds much better than any human-heaven.
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