Cinco De Mayo

6 years ago my beloved first dog Kenya died. 

At 12 years old perhaps it should have been expected but the goodbye was excruciatingly painful.  Deservedly, I mourned my dear sweet dog Kenya for days when my friend
(and a dear friend of Kenya's also)
called and suggested we head downtown to Artist's Row on Cherry Street

 for a juried exhibition of a mutual friend. 

 I rallied from my state of mourning.

We cocktailed with marqueritas and caught a train downtown. 

What a memorable night it was - good art, good food, good people. 

 As we snuck out for my friend to catch a smoke,

by the dumpster was a white plaster replica statue of Kenya.

We could hardly believe our found treasure.  

 My friend said, "You carried him up your steps.  We can carry him home."

And so we began our trek through Philly with a 7 foot long plaster statue of Angel Kenya. 

We laughed.  We cried. We literally stopped traffic and after a long journey home,

Angel Kenya came to rest in my back yard garden.

 Cinco De Mayo is now forever indelibly planted in my mind as

a joyous, loving holiday and a memorial to my dear sweet dog Kenya. 

Laughs and friends can get you through any heartache. 

Happy Cinco de Mayo to you!