Time has only honed the wound, not softened it.
There are daily reminders of his absence.
Every day...and every night.
Spring is slowly waking here in Nod...but this year there will be no tulips blooming.
Snowdog was a great many things, not the least of which was the Keeper of the Tulips.
Even when age and illness limited his mobility, he would make his rounds making sure other critters in the kingdom of Nod knew he was still there.
And my tulips were safe.
Big ones:
As soon as the sun goes down and the dark settles properly in, the "noises" begin.
Loud, running, thumping sounds on top of my basement's tin ceiling that conjures movies like "Aftermath" or "Boy in the Walls," rousing the cats from their beds and bringing them sprinting down the stairs...only to retreat quickly looking thoroughly shaken.
I have had two contractors come over to "investigate" and both have told me that at the time of WWR ("When We Remodeled"), the foundations on the basement additions were not properly sealed - leaving open a literal thoroughfare to critter squatters from the outside.
However, neither contractor could actually fix the problem.
Apparently it is a MAJOR problem and will involve a great deal of "moving" - of furniture, stuff, landscaping, etc.
I've put peppermint oil, Irish Spring soap, cayenne pepper, and chives around the foundation to no avail. (I had an owl decoy too...but it flew blew away in the last storm.) Live traps you say? Yes, I tried that too...but for every one caught and released miles away, 2 more appear.
Initially I thought it was red squirrels who were "squatting" in my basement ceiling, but they've been relatively scarce of late, while the rabbits, well, the rabbits have been doing what rabbits do best - multiplying. (See comment above re live traps.)
This is one of the burrows under the porch that is I believe is a port of entry as every morning whatever dirt or stones I've placed there is worked around and the entry reopened and I've seen the adorable little fur things coming and going from it.
So there you have it: Another day in a (very) cranky crow's life in the merry ol' land of Nod.
Guess daffodils will have to do this year.