The Garden of Proserpine
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods there be:
That no life live forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
by, A.C. Swinburne
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods there be:
That no life live forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
by, A.C. Swinburne
I didn't post this yesterday, because I just couldn't. Yesterday was a year without our dear sweet Horton. I always thought those people who mourned their pets "forever..." were weird or something. Then we lost him.Love you sweet Horton. You were part of us for so long. For the beginning of us. Thank you for your love. I am so thankful that we had you for as long as we did. Hope you're enjoying Heaven!
OMG, I can't believe it's been a year. I think about Horton when I know I'm going to your house ... and especially when I know I'll be cat-sitting for you. I have NO doubt he's enjoying Heaven ... he was there to show Nalu & Samson the way. :)
ReplyDeleteHe was the cutest kitten. The cutest. And, was always there. At the very beginning. Funny how you just fall into thinking they'll always be around. He is missed. He was such a sweetheart and fit in so well as part of your family.
ReplyDeleteI remember him climbing Joel's Army trench coat. The little scrambler.
No doubt that he's having a great time on the other side! ;)
Thinking of you...
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