A Dead Duck Really Sucks

A Dead Duck Really Sucks

There’s nothing like the growing attachment one feels when a pet actively seeks you out for company. Francesca loved her afternoon cuddles and had a beautiful quiet presence about her. She was found this morning in her pond floating. The irony is that beside her pond she had laid her last egg. Life and death side by side. Tears have been shed, poetry recited, flowers picked and flung as well as songs sung. Still the ache in one’s chest upon losing a valued pet rises up into the throat. Choked up and crushed we are. We have no regrets, our time spent with her was pure and grounding. The six year old’s are overheard reflecting – their words are without restraint, their emotions allowed to flow, their gratitude bubbles up when they speak of how she really was a great friend. Frankie you will be missed XO

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