Yesterday was the two-year anniversary of Milton’s departure for the Rainbow Bridge. Even two year laters, it hurts my heart to think about all that he missed out on. My only comfort is that he knew love for that short week that I had with him.
Milton is buried in our back yard and with a white-flowering dogwood tree planted over him. I was worried Milton’s tree didn’t make it through this past winter. When springtime came and everything was in full bloom, Milton’s tree was bare. However, a few weeks late, he finally bloomed. I think that’s rather fitting, actually. The real Milton was a late bloomer himself, after all.
Now Milton’s tree stands at about 11 feet tall and continues to grow. A wonderful reminder of the adorably sweet and lovable Milton <3
If you are a new reader and are interested in reading Milton’s story, you can read these two posts: