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14 August, 2013

WOYWW No 219. Thanks from the Heart.

Hello again to my Friends and Followers; a very warm welcome to Jane who is a bit north of here. This strange acronym is a weekly desk-hop starting with Julia Dunnit over at the Stamping Ground.

First of all, thank you deep down to everyone who left such kind comments and care after my post on Sunday about Dixie, my dear cat now departed. Since Monday, it's rained and rained. The skies and I have wept and wondered at the disbelief.  Pumpkin, my little brown tabby cat is so bewildered about this sudden disappearance too; she's restless.

We buried the Girl in a pillow case with flowers from the garden around her - wattle, lavender, rosemary, geraniums.
Today on the desk is the making of a card for the local Vet who came to attend to Dixie. She came to the house and was so very kind to everyone here for which I am deeply thankful. A card is in order, to be delivered tomorrow.

Notice Woody's vantage point, sitting on a toilet roll core to watch me work. Resting that knee!
The card you can see is just a practice run on a piece of scrap card stock. I've used Memory Box dies for the black cat and the flowering vine. The silver embossed cat is also Memory Box - they do great silhouette cat shapes. Making this card was as much a Farewell as it is a Thank you to Camilla.

The finished product.  The photo doesn't do justice to the colours but gives the idea.

The panel is white gold card with squeezed lemonade DI blended around the edges. The vine is die-cut from gloss card coloured with alcohol inks - greens and gold.

Strangely, I feel a bit more settled....

Thank you again,

10 August, 2013

Vale Dixie

My darling Dixie Cat died in my arms an hour ago. How I will miss her - do already but we had a lovely morning together amongst the daffodils. She's 'asleep' in the chair beside me. The vet came to the house thank goodness, and made sure she departed peacefully after we have all struggled with her immune system collapsing bit by bit.

This is the English corner of my garden, taken a year ago but it looks pretty much the same now.

Now I have no office manager, no garden supervisor, and no studio muse. Feeling so glum, but thankful for the last twelve years with this rangy, curious, talkative cat who believed she could fly if only....

"On a clear day, I can see forever...."    What handsome whiskers to match the formal attire.
Dixie, the earth is soft and later on, I'll bury you under the wattle that's in flower, where you loved to sit and just watch.
Love to you my four-footed soul-mate, Ros.