Sandra Larson’s Blog

To all:

One of our dogs, Nikita was fond of laying by our red rose bush in the back yard. When Nik died, it seemed fitting to bury him near his favorite spot. Se we laid him to rest a few feet from the rose bush. He died in June and having acquired two pups that summer, I never gave much thought to the many blooms on the bush. That is, until November when it became evident that a small miracle of sorts was going on out there.

December came, then January, February and looking out the back window one could see the rose bush in full bloom! Those roses bloomed repeatedly through the harsh winter, through ice, snow and sub-zero temperatures. They bloomed right until it was summer once more.

If ever a message came from beyond the grave, it was evident in this continuous budding and blooming plant. Never prior to nor ever again did those roses bloom in the winter. Only that year we lost “Nikki”.

May the God of all comfort send you reminders that the little spirit entrusted to you, is now safely in his care.

Love,
Deb

P.S. When my last Finnish Spitz died, I resolved not to pursue getting another. The hurt was too much. That year, the rose bush bloomed the final time with only three perfect red roses. Then it withered away and died. Odd, as my Finnish Spitz were: Nikita, Tapio, and Tyler. Coincidence? The think not.