Posted on May 11, 2009 at 5:30pm
There's a shrine in my clothes cabinet. Every time I slide open the door I am reminded of a dear friend. She was 15 when she died of liver failure. Her name was Bo.
I remember how she loved to play outside, sitting under a bush waiting for a bird. The countless number of gifts she laid at our feet was remarkably diverse: a variety of lizards, mice, birds, bunnies, pocket gophers, even a roadrunner. She was a master hunter. We had a friend… Continue