Earlier this afternoon I set Winnie's urn out on her chair where she spent much of last summer laying on the little blanket my mother crocheted for her. Almost immediately Pip, who rarely sits there, crawled up and laid down next to it and hasn't budged once.
I'm not waiting alone.
2 comments:
Dear little Winnie. Always near.
Gentle and tender...
A beautiful post.
Lots of love from your friends in South AFrica
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