samling

i made a sign for the pet cemetary on my mom and dad's property. me and bratzilla were walking around the yard, and we walked up to the fern bordered patch of ground, peacefully covered under a blanket of alder and maple saplings. there are markers for some of them. but it needed something more.



so i made that last night. the border is glass and wood beads, just a plain plywood piece and several coats of satin gloss varnish.

i can't explain why i felt the need to do it. but one of the pets that are buried there was amber, my kitty that was my valentine's day present from my husband the first year i was married. i picked her out at the pierce co. animal shelter. she was persian/maine coon, named for her golden eyes. we also called her miss priss, and she had come to live with my parents because my husband had been abusive to her, so in turn, she'd pee on his clothes, chuck a hairball into his bdu cap, hide his keys, and drag his socks into her litter box. and i loved her enough to insure her a good home. i held her this past november as they put her to sleep. she had renal failure and her kidneys shut down.

i'm not a griever. i never do, i just go on. kinda don't stop enough to think about it, i guess. but i needed to give back to the animals who gave me love. i have 2 kitties now, and i can honestly say that sometimes, the great loves of your life can be your pets, too. i don't know what i'd do without my sam.

i'm now working on fixing one of my mom's windchimes as well, it was jumbled in the shed on the floor, as the wooden base had broken.