So happy this morning to see the daffodils I planted with some of Bones' ashes starting to push their way through the remaining clumps of snow... A lovely way to be reminded of him. Later in the spring the bluebells in the garden will be a glorious reminder of both Billy and Bones, as I sprinkled their ashes there. My dear old boys. I still think of them almost every day. Poppy still has a rag toy left over from Bones, and a squeaky ball that was Billy's favourite!
