… on the railings. I’m also putting in cameras so that I can keep my eye on things when we are gone. I put a fountain on the balcony and have made it as lush as I could for them, with catnip and all sorts of plants to attract butterflies and bees, which they love to watch. The garden in the sky is dedicated to the memory of Emerson.
Oh, I am so very sad to read this, Erika. So sad. I hope writing about it and sharing it with people will, in time, ease your heavy grieving heart. And you have every right to be angry with your “friend” for acting with criminal neglect with such tragic results. Love hurts and heals and endures. And Emerson, sweetest and truest and eternally beloved lives on .