Marigold Memories

Garlands of the Threshold

Reflecting back, it was one year ago when my dog, Heidi—my baby—who was 17 years old at the time, began to get sick and pass through the veil of time. I didn’t know it then, but I was being ushered into a three-day death ceremony—one that would ask me to say goodbye to one of the biggest attachments and loves I had ever known. She had traveled with me f…