Kiss of a rose

Last Tuesday this rose came into bloom. One week later and it's still fresh and beautifully scented.

I didn't bring Igor home to bury in the garden, he was cremated instead.

Because this rose bloomed on the day he was put to sleep, henceforth it will always be known as the Igor rose.

I still miss his presence terribly in the home.

I've found myself still talking to him when I get up in the morning and go to make breakfast, we have a chat before I go to bed and when I come home from work.
I smiled tonight when I saw the rose, a quick downpour covered it with water, the droplets looking like tears.