Last Week's Trauma

Something really bad happened last week, and I am just now able to talk about it. I have (had) a very good Irish friend named Phil O'Dendron. We spent a lot of time together. I would sniff his roots and play with his fronds. He sat on a perch near the living room window, so he could enjoy the light. Well, last week, I went to check on Phil. I put my little paws on Phil's red terra cotta pot to ask how he was, and Phil lost his balance and came crashing down. I can still remember that awful moment. His pot broke into a thousand (I think) pieces, and he was loosing a lot of dirt. Mom came running, and gave me the bad news that Phil would have to go live outside. I was totaly devastated as I watched Mom pick up all the pieces, then gently put Phil in a large garbage bag for the journey outside. I watched forlornly as Mom removed the last of Phil's dirt from the floor. Mom wanted to take a picture, but I asked her, out of respect for Phil, not to do that. Mom says Phil might recuperate outside, after he recovers from a problem called "bound roots". I am hoping he can come back inside this autumn.