The geese were honking, the ducks were quacking, and the first birdsong of spring ushered me down the path to the Arch.
"They're singing for you, Pipey," I muttered aloud.
Once there the sweet trilling of our feathered friends filled the air as I tearfully scattered the ashes of my sweetpea cat, Piper, at my beloved Acewood Conservation Pond this morning at dawn.
As I began my walk back to my car, I heard the loud squawking of Sandhill cranes.
Spring is here, it seems. Although I had hoped to celebrate its arrival with Piper, I can at least now and forever stroll along the shore and be with her.
Piper
3 April 2013 - 1 March 2026
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