For Fandango’s Flashback Friday I chose this post that I wrote in 2017.
It’s Called Wolfgang’s Garden
Published March 7th , 2017
Photo: AM. Moscoso
I don’t know what to do with myself when Spring comes.
I used to have an herb garden.
I collected herbs the way other people collect friends on Facebook.
My cat Wolfgang would sit and supervise and I would talk to him and he would ignore me and we both had a good time.
One day I noticed Wolfie was holding his head at a funny angle and drinking bowls of water in a day.
His kidneys were failing and by Summer he was gone and I let my herb garden go wild and most of it died off and I didn’t care.
I buried Wolfgang out there and I stayed out of what used to be our favorite place in the yard.
I don’t know what to do with myself when the Spring comes.
I guess I’ll hide until the Winter and hope the snow comes and covers what’s left of me and Wolfgang’s Garden.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
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This brought back memories of cats I’ve had who did the same things.
Wolfie was not like Hamish, but they did the same thing. They watched over me. Wolfie’s loss was profound and it still hurts.But now i have him watching over me AND Hamish.
The loss of my Clancy was traumatic like that. And I know what you mean about them continuing to watch over us.
So sad. It brought a tear to my eye.
I don’t think I could ever do an herb garden again. It would just feel empty.
Plus. Hamish would eat most of the plants, so there is that too.