I had to get rid of it. Sooner or later it was going to hurt someone. I tried to keep it as long as I could. I was going to have it done away with when Snowflake was born but decided it was just a small fissure and a specimen of its size would be strong enough to stand a few more winters. It was old, gnarly and tall, split, cracked and dried out. I couldn't watch them do it. He called to say they'd be here around noon.
Earlier in the morning I took plenty of photographs en memoriam. It felt like the day I decided to put Annie and Gingko to sleep. They had no idea. None. I continue to live with the guilt. There is a big gaping hole in my yard and in my heart. Call me a treehugger and I'd say Yeah. Hell yeah.
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