"Special Cecil"

I wanted to make the front garden, as attractive as the back. I decided to add some plastic flowers around the pond. It’s either too hot there, or too cold and I can’t seem to get plants to grow. 

Lizzie isn’t keen. When she saw the plastic plants, she patted me on the head and promptly told me I’m a special Cecil, which reminded me of our “Special Cecil,” when the girls were little and it made me laugh.

The memories came flooding in, of always trying to keep Cecil from Soxx, lest she rip him apart and pull the stuffin’ out. Many’s the time I ordered Soxx; “Drop it,” in a scolding voice, as she would try to sneak past with Cecil between her pearly whites.

We never quite knew if Cecil was a baby platypus, or an ugly duckling. Poor Cecil, he was very special in his own way. 

Perhaps he changed into a beautiful swan and flew off, because Cecil eventually disappeared. I expected Soxx had finally snatched Cecil from his prime position on the girl’s beds and alas, he is no more.

Being remined of our “Special Cecil,” I mentioned it to Olivia, who promptly said; “Cecil’s here. He moved in with Kristelle and she has him in her room." Olivia took a photo and sent it to me. 

So, Cecil lives to fight another day and although he’s about 27 years old now, we all still love him, tired and scruffy though he is these days.  

Life is full of memories, some good, some not so good. Deposit great memories, for memories are the withdrawals you make in your mind, later in life when the pace slows and you have time on your hands.