When my Mom died in June, 2017, I lost a piece of myself. I lost my friend. I lost something that felt was going to last forever, and it seemed fair that it should. I’ve not mourned in the way that reflects this new void for a number of reasons, one is that I have to function. I needed Lil’ Murph that night. I needed something to hold as I cried when I got home. He was sleepy so that helped with zero-resistance on his part. He didn’t mind the tears. He was kissed and held tightly. One day one of us will lose the other, I want him to experience love and appreciation in this life. These pictures were taken that dreadful night. Murph didn’t leave my side. When I wound down some, I set him on my lap for caressing after nealy making his eyes pop from my needy embrace, but he cozied up closer. Any number of animals would accept some strokes of love and walk away from me in my time of woe (although they are all wonderful in their own way). However, my lizards don’t leave me when I need someone to love! I can hold them all night if I wish. They will sleep in my hands. If I get a kissy urge, there’s no fur or fleas or fight. They’re always clean and smell like a summer breeze……and fruit of some kind. 🙂
This rose was one from my Mother’s funeral. She loved yellow roses. I think Murph looks fabulous with yellow. Wouldn’t you agree?
“Give me Lizardry or give me Death!” – Dawn Renee♥