the Sisko

We buried Sisko this weekend. He died back in January, but the ground was frozen so our vet kept him till we could dig a hole next to the Viburnum trilobum, where we hope Sisko will do for it, what Kyra has done for the Yucca baccata.

It's been more than two months, but the wound is fresh. After we dug, and buried, and found the perfect marker stone, we sat on the flat rock in front of the deck, where Sisko loved to stretch out and roll around, soaking up the sun and the heat from the slate.

We talked about Sisko, I cried like a baby, and Michael got teary in a quiet, manly kind of way. At night we lit a candle and despite our sorrow, we agreed it was good to have him home.