“Old friends cannot be created out of hand… For years we plant the seed, we feel ourselves rich; and then come other years when time does its work and our plantation is made sparse and thin. One by one, our comrades slip away, deprive us of their shade. ”
Back in America as we were preparing for our move to Spain, Susan and I decided to return our departed pet’s ashes to the universe. We made sure to find a special place for each of them. A place of special memories.
We could not imagine scattering their ashes in the city. There really wasn’t any appropriate place. We had no special memories of shared locales nor did we think it proper to leave them in a city park. So we brought their ashes with us to the Alpujarra where we found a place to release them. On the 11th day of November our ways diverged in a yellow wood.
Our little friends are totally free, at last. Free from suffering. Free to become again in whatever form. They are free, and for us a quiet poplar grove will always anchor our memories and hearts in the south of Spain.