The Nightingale and the Roses

It is slowly time for Roses to move out to their new homes and start their new lives.
Ilmari and Fuzzy are the first ones leaving, they are moving out on monday. I am really happy with the parents they have chosen for themselves, we are not losing two Roses, but extending our family for two more membes. I know they will have dream lives, and Ilmari will be protected as the most gentle of all the Roses in a way he deserves to be. They are really loved.

I would let their new parents have them, even if we had a room to keep them, they are a perfect match, their hearts are as warm and their temper as gentle, just as my Roses'.

Why is it so hard to think of saying goodbye then?

It is not just me, Roses are feeling that it is almost the time too.

Fuzzy is my shadow, and Ilmari wants to be carried on the hands all the time, he cries to be lifted or tries to climb by my trousers. He makes biscuits with his paws and digs his head deep in my hands, presses his little nose on me, like he wants to be a baby a bit longer and make a mental print of my touch and my scent for the future use.

On the way home from hospital today I have stopped to buy chickens, today I will make the huge amounts of food for the last time...I will miss dragging home huge amounts of meat, grinding, even scooping the toilets million times a day...I will miss their little paws waking me up in the middle of the night as they want to be cuddled, or they cannot find Ulla and there is an emergency need for milky bar, or their food bowl is empty and they crave a midnight snack...

The house will be all empty without the little Zen master and the Sweetheart boy ( he actually has a heart shape print on his head, thank you Lena for noticing )

Why is it so hard to let go...when we know it is for the best?

I feel like a little Nightingale from the Oscar Wilde's fairy tale...just in this case Roses will end up pampered...and that is what makes me smile through my tears.

O.Wilde's The Nightingale and the Rose http://www.literaturecollection.com/a/wilde/330/ ( it has been long into my adult life since I have gathered the strenght to actually read it, I have always concidered it too sad and heartbraking )