Tonight when the keeper finally got home, I went out while she pulled weeds and filled up the hummingbird feeders. I sat on the deck which needs to be finished (by the way) and thought about my friend Cecil. We used to sit on the old deck together in the sun, watch the bugs, the birds, and the fat squirrels stealing the birds' food. We didn't have to say much to each other, we just liked sharing the same space.
The keeper is not as fun a companion as Cecil. She always has something like a paper or a book in her hand and doesn't like me bothering her. I do miss Cecil. I think she does too. I saw her talking to the plant over his grave tonight.
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