Our latest edition, that came to be with us for a very short time, was a tiny bunny who lost his mother. He was very weak upon arrival to our house and we placed him in a warm and cozy hamster cage. He wasn't any bigger than a mouse. My daughter, who keeps a supply of excellent pet names ready for use, promptly, without any second thought, named him Sweet Cheeks. I prepared her for the possibility that Sweet Cheeks may not make it, but we gave it our best shot. We lined his cage with grass, gave him goat milk from a bottle (because I'm the only one in the neighborhood who has a goat milk dealer on speed dial) and made him comfy. As nighttime fell, Sweet Cheeks left this world. A small funeral is planned for today. This won't be our first and won't be our last of backyard services. I should probably start making where all of these past critters have been buried before we dig in the wrong spot one day. Somewhere out there are a series of cats, dogs, hamst
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.