We dug a pot-bound twisted willow tree out of its pot and moved it into a bigger one near the back door, with her ashes placed at the bottom of the new pot.
We both cried a bit as we said a last goodbye, but I like the idea she's now home and close-by.
I even caught myself talking to her in the garden the other day, then explained to our remaining cat, Buffy, what had happened and why she was no longer around. I always talk to my cats. I sometimes prefer them to most people.
Rest in peace, Willow. You are home.
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