And the butterflies came

They always do.

After Vincent’s ashes came back yesterday, I went out to the patio to take a phonecall and the butterflies came.

There was a yellow one and a white one. Both were frolicking happily at the flower bush.

They were there for sometime, in the bright sunlight.

They looked very happy.

It is said that: The butterfly is a spiritual symbol for life after death because of its metamorphosis, or transformation, from a caterpillar that crawls on the ground to a beautiful, almost ethereal creature that flies through the air.

We always get butterflies after any of our pets passes on. And whenever I see them, I always get the message, “I’m happy, don’t worry, I’m in a happy place. Be happy for me.”

No, I did not get to take a photo of the two butterflies at the time, but they were frolicking here, in the noon sunshine.

Vincent’s in a happy place now. He deserves to be. All animals do.

 

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