In my recent travels I passed a fox lying dead by the roadside and felt compelled to turn back. For a time, I considered keeping him as he was perfect. Instead I carried him a few exits north until I spotted a lovely open area. I sat beside him in a South Georgia field of greens that had gone to flower. I arranged him on a bed of yellow petals and left him, Indian burial style, for the scavengers. In my grieving moment with the fox, I could not have felt a greater love for anything living or dead.
This is the best thing I have read in a very long time. What a kind and caring thing to do.
ReplyDeleteRIP Fox.
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DeleteHe is/was a beautiful creature. is very good
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ReplyDelete... to honor the fox's existence.
Hey Cat. Thank you and how nice to see you. That fox was an omen, a harbinger of things to come. Seems like since I found him, the world has shifted a bit. Not only did I let go of the fox, but more and it feels like a new era is upon me. In a good way.
DeleteHe is/was a beautiful creature, how sweet of you to lay him in such a pretty place on the bed of yellow petals and sit with him for a while. Now he will continue on his cycle of existence but in another form and become a part of the earth and forest.
ReplyDeleteRest in Peace little fox.
You are a caring person sweet girl.
xoxoxo ♡
Isn't amazing how oblivious we can be to the layers and layers of life until it crashes right into our consciousness? nice to see you my sweet friend. xo
DeleteAhh, yes, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteand this is where these musings will be parked - along with Twitter and IG for Ive jumped ship from the dreaded Zuckerburg Behavioral Rat Box.
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ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely way to honour the spirit of the fox. I hope all is well with you and yours.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas darling!
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Wishing you a very happy Christmas season sweet chickory!
ReplyDeletelove and hugs, Dianne
xoxoxo ♡
Lovely!
ReplyDelete... there was a photograph in b/w of a dead man found in the dessert, forgot the name of the photographer, 1930s, and have no clue why this story reminds me of this image.
ReplyDeletePerhaps the eyes.
Or the love.
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ReplyDeleteTwo weeks ago Iona did her dog walking. Saw some other dogs off leashes in the nature reserve chase a tiny bat eared fox and kill it.
She bought it home and lovingly buried it.
We don't get foxes here, that is the strange part.
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ReplyDeleteBless your sweet heart for his kind act.
ReplyDeleteGreat way to remember such a beautiful creature...
ReplyDeletewow very nice post..
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I think this post is a metaphor.
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The laying to rest of the dog.
Well.
If so, we did have some fun.
But never did manage to meet!
Having an iced tea with you and Aunty Belle always was a little bit of a fantasy for me.................
Go placidly amidst the noise and haste.
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