Tree-hug on September 3

Re-hug of yesterday's tree, minus the rain.

Everything looking fresh and bright.

The tree-lady and her friend dried out.  Still reaching for the sky.

I was happy to have a dry tree-hug and spend more time with this special tree.

Wasn't sure if this was a full wise-tree-face with eyes and nose showing me it's presence.  Or a special tree-home for my little tree-pony.

Either way, I wanted to take it as a special tree-message to comfort me for what was coming later in the day. Assuring me I was being held in the heart of lovingkindness and compassion, as we all are, always.

Making the decision to help our 17 year old kitty Scout transition was very difficult and sad.  He didn't look like this picture at the end of his long journey with cancer.  We had spent most of the pandemic lockdown caring for him as he insisted on adapting to all of the changes in his body.  Up until the very end he loved being outside (only on the deck) from first to last light of the day.  We actually gave him an extra week because he somehow managed to jump down from the deck to have a last look around the yard.  He loved his life and didn't want to let go.  But during the last few days his quality of life became much more limiting to his breathing, his eating, even his resting comfortably.  I am grieving his absence now, a few days later, but I know we made the right decision.  We love you Scout!  I know you will visit us from the spirit side of life.