Saturday, March 26, 2016

...two eighty...

"You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken.
 Be bold enough to live life on your terms,
 and never, ever apologize for it.
 Go against the grain, refuse to conform, 
take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. 
Laugh in the face of adversity, 
and leap before you look.
 Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching.
 March to the beat of your own drummer.
 And stubbornly refuse to fit in."
 — Mandy Hale

he hated snow.
he loved the outdoors.
he loved his garden.
under the ferns.
he would come out.
all warm, smelling like lemon essence.
he came to us, in my garden.
in my garden, he rests.
i loved him so.
my  forever, Blue.
just BE.


Gemma Wiseman said...

Your precious Blue is so very handsome. Love his fur's sable tones. You have captured so many stunning profiles of him enjoying his world. He is always with you... Happiest Easter Robin.

Tilda said...

he surely was a beloved cat. and oh, so beautiful. and spoiled. if he had to rest the final time, I am glad it was below the ferns he loved so much.