October 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
It was as simple and peaceful as it could have been – I went to let them out in the morning, and Lily was dead, lying in the nestbox. No sign of any injury, no illness, nothing untoward at all. She just … died, having given us exactly seven years of her presence. My beautiful Lily-pilly.
We’ve buried her in the berry-glade, under a dwarf almond tree, surrounded by strawberries and blueberries. The bed next to her mum, Bessie.
She leaves us three very beautiful daughters – Freya, Remy and May. And a lot of memories.
My beautiful girl.