...always in my heart, but also in the garden. I'd held out hope that Sam would be okay up until the very last minute, but after the first walk through the Chatette with the Sapeurs-Pompiers when I began to call for her one of them told me that they had found her. She was "propre"-meaning that the smoke had gotten her and not the fire. He had her somewhere and wanted to know what I wanted him to do with her.
It's so hard to think at a time like that. I was so heartbroken. I had to do something soon, but decided I would try to get over the shock and think things through in the morning. The sweet pompier put her in a safe tucked away place for me so I could get her when I was ready.
Wednesday came, and after discussion with friends I'd pondered under the plum tree, and then there is a stone fixture in the garden that had a nice space on the end. I chose to put her there, and then went into the Chatette and played Moon River for her on Monsieur Winkelmann.
I wanted to mark her spot somehow.
We talked planting flowers and other ideas, but as the week wore on there were Jane's dried flowers in a pitcher out on the terrace. Then, there was the Altoid Altar I made for Sam on our Altoid Altar evening with Stew and Eric over at Deanna's. It was upstairs. I had to yank it off of the journals it had melted to, but the final results were worth it.
With the arrival of the decontamination team and cars and the dumpster...
I've taken her markers up to the covered terrace to be returned when everything is finished.
I'll always know right where she is...
...with me.
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