Grief Doth Howl and Rave
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
March with grief doth howl and rave,
And April weeps - but, O ye hours!
Follow with May's fairest flowers.
~~Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fresh grief is yet too raw for words for even the sweet memories are like heat applied to a sunburn.
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I just surfed in on BE, but saw that Gremlin and cat was in your labels for this post. I also lost a cat named Gremlyn and can totally sympathize and feel your pain. I still miss my wonderful baby.
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