It was with a heavy and broken heart that I had to put Flannery to sleep. He's been my constant companion for the past 9 years, and the days are not the same without him, his happy face, and obsessive snuggling.
Beginning the day after I came home from the vet with an empty collar, the butterfly garden is suddenly alive. I'm not sure what to make of it. I know some people would be all, "its his spirit romping in the garden." I just don't know about that. It is a hell of a coincidence, though, that just when I needed some distraction these things start showing up in full force.
Flannery, if you've got anything to do with this...thanks, Bud.