|One of my favorite photos of Miss Cecily|
|Squeezlegoose doing the limbo under the|
(supposed) anti-goose barriers for the dog beds.
|Miss Cecily as a gosling, looking at Billy-Bob as if|
to say "dude, you're doing it wrong..."
I found a bit of her goosedown on the floor today (amidst many other feathers, as she was going through her Fall molt). In time it will be put into the compost bin, like all things, even eventually our own sweet selves. For now, however, it's on my desk. I pick it up and give it a kiss now and then. Much love to you, Sensei Cecily, Guruji Goose. You taught me so much about life, illness and death. Sweet breezes and fair journeys.