Never had a suit in that shade of blue although I did have a powder blue suit in the early 70s and a denim blue sports coat in the early 80s. Now I just stick with a nice sober black.
One more for the holiday season. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqVtqbzTdVs
I have that problem.
Nice that you were able to place her in your garden. I have my last four cats (Millie, Whiskers, Suzy, Khattu) buried outside my bedroom window with markers so that I remember them every time I walk to the garage where Khat and Damien rest. Forty years of memories.
Except for next Sunday (Gaudete) when the vestments may be rose colored (my pastor insists they are not pink).
A waist is a terrible thing to mind.
Sorry for your loss. While you have the heartache, Bella is now in that happy place over the rainbow bridge.
I did that to a co-worker’s desk drawers. They were still finding peanuts three weeks later.
See my comment below for one origin for that poem.