September 1, 2010
“Plant a forget-me-not in the garden of your heart for me.”
It was a sunny day and I had just picked up Cain from the vet. He was moving slowly, and at one point I gathered him in my arms and carried him for a while until we came to a field.
We made our way through the grass, and as I looked down I noticed it was filled with thousands of tiny blue flowers.
We laid in the sun, in the middle of the field. There were no trees. I closed my eyes, and after what seemed like hours, he nudged me, as if to say, “I’m ready to go.”