This was going to be a post about the wildflowers
which are now beginning to bloom everywhere,
and the wildlife visiting all around our house.
And the fish we got for the pond,
and the things we’ve been building
and the things we’ve been planting.
But I’m not really in the mood tonight
to talk about the things we’ve been doing,
partly to improve our home,
and partly as a distraction.
Nutella’s health had been deteriorating throughout the week.
Her mobility was declining and her infections were festering.
Luckily, her suffering was minimal, and she slept a lot
before falling into the final sleep
on Good Friday.
We buried her this morning, out in our backyard,
on a sunny slope where she had often slept.
I will plant flowers there during the next favorable time,
some flowering bulbs that will bloom during her birthday in September.
She would’ve turned eleven.
My first hamster, Honey, also died on Good Friday.
Perhaps it is just a popular day for dying,
or perhaps there is more significance.
Good Friday always seemed a day of acceptance.
And this year is no different.
I hope for all the creatures I’ve known
that they would rise again,
reborn into new bodies,
to find a new place in the world.
But some I’ve bonded with more,
and Nut is there.
I’ve welcomed her to come back someday,
and we are working to make this home happy for her return.
But I don’t miss her in a possessive kinda way,
and just hope that she’s okay, happy really,
contented with whatever the future brings her.
I’ve been thinking about the expression “farewell”
which we often use for “goodbye”
but really is more like “bon voyage”
I wish her a good journey.
And want to remember all the good times we’ve had.
I’ve been grateful for her companionship.