While mourning Sady, it brings up all the mourning we have had in our hearts and souls. When Buster and his late brother, Felix, and I would go walkies in the forest they would launch themselves up a tree. They were such a pair. They weren't yet a year when Felix was hit by a car. Buster mourned as much as we did. When I would take him for a walk he was so slow on along the forest trail. He wasn't his free, happy, joyful kitten self. It broke my heart, as I couldn't explain what had happened, or I wasn't sure he understood.
It was a good lesson for our granddaughters: look both ways when you cross the street. I tried collars, but that didn't work. Buster, at least survived.
|Here are my fave trees and antler shed|
They go on walks with me together. It makes me feel whole again.
This is what makes Daisy and Buster happy: the warmth of the trees, embracing the spring solstice, the promise of spring in the melted snow. The smell of spring is healing. What was knee-deep snow, is slowly disappearing.
This big, old cedar tree is a favourite of theirs. It's part of a magical lane, sheltering the deer in winter. This is where I found some deer beds one day, and my largest antler.
Tree climbing from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
The cats love forest bathing as much as I do. The much prefer getting up into the trees, though, where the bark keeps some of the warmth of the sun.