Hope you will share some of your Connie's Tales/Tails...........how she came to you, how you learned her ways and the happy times you spent together.............
Twelve years is a long time to have a much loved pet.Even when i was homeless the warden let her in for a visit,either that or have her howl outside.
There's something very comforting in being able to plant a shrub in her memory.Gravestones seem so cold,even to the touch.
A plant is living and breathing and somehow more fitting for a grave.
Glad you too found one for your Lyn,Motherbear.
Never judge someone until you have walked two moons in their moccasins.
Native American Indian saying.
Hope you will share some of your Connie's Tales/Tails...........how she came to you, how you learned her ways and the happy times you spent together.............
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