Charlie is holding his own. He just wants to be near me and that’s exactly where he is. We go in to the vet for his rehydrating at 12:30.
For those of you who think I should let him go now, that would be in some ways the easiest thing. Because of course my heart is breaking.
But Dr. Poteet thinks we should give him a chance. He’s taken care of Charlie for nearly 9 nine years and I trust him. So that’s what we’re doing.
Night before last I was standing just outside the French door. And to my left along the fence I saw this big white moonflower. I thought the seeds had not germinated and had written them off a long time ago.
Sometimes you see something that is completely unexpected but quite welcome. A gift. This stunning moonflower glowed white in the darkness and spanned about 5-6 inches.
I thought of Abi. My sweet silly Abi. Of how much I miss her and what joy she brought to my life. And I wondered, in that way we look for guidance, if she was somehow there with me.
If she had brought me that special flower that I so love to soothe me.
Moonflower signifies “dreaming of love” in the floral language.
By morning it had closed up, as though it was holding a precious secret inside.