Life After Death.

When I came home from north Carolina last week I saw a dead dog on the hi-way. It was on an exit right beside a housing development. I thought it was sad and then I started thinking that there was a family over there thinking their dog was just out having a good night. or maybe they were driving around looking for him. A little boy woke up asking where his best friend was and his parents promised him that his dog would be home when he got home from school.
I remember the feelings I had when I sat on the couch after youth on a Wednesday that I had just driven 6 hours home from North Carolina. My mom sat down next to me and looked at me. I could tell something was wrong. The news of Tigerlily was given to me. That was one of the worst days of my life.
I cried as I thought about what some family was going to deal w/ later. I wondered if they’d ever find their pet or not. I think it’d have been better to not find him.
I don’t think I’ve really thought of Tigerlily for awhile. Not that’d I’d blocked it all but I realized that I’ve become used to her not being around. So I thought about her the memories of her.
Once I got home I remember spending a few minutes just watching a 7 second clip I have of her on my computer; it looping as I remembered her sounds and her quirks.
Last Thursday when I was out taking some pictures, I walked around the yard looking for color. There isn’t too much out right now. But I noticed one little shot of purple. It caught my eye. I hadn’t seen it the day before when I was out taking pictures. Then I realized where they were; right on her grave.
I love her. She was a great cat.