We buried Pixel this evening as the sun set, in a patch of garden in the back of our yard where she would have plenty of bugs, birds, and deer to chase. She'll get a mix of relaxing shade and lovely, golden sunbeams, the kind that linger like butterfly kisses on a late summer evening.
And just like that, with a few minutes of shoveling, and some words of sentiment half-corny, half-heart-wrenching, there is a permanent dividing line between What Was and What Is.
Goodbye, baby... We'll miss you.
- Mood: indescribable
- Music: Peter Murphy - "Subway (Epilogue)"