Sweet friends free-falling on star flowers

Taste: water from a steel bottle
Sight: a bunch of carrots, a bowl of fruit: reds and greens, reds and yellow, yellow, orange and green; white star magnolias, a pale pink tulip, a deep purple tulip, one baby carrot, crossed paws
Touch: falling three stories, 25 feet, landing on a net
Sound: "There are more cells in your body than there are stars in the universe." — yoga instructor; "Now, let go!" trapeze instructor; the word, "trapeze"
Smell: hyacinth; Anastasia: Champa absolute, Civet, Dogwood, Fresh Snow, Green Tea, Honeysuckle, White Patchouli and Emily: Almond, Coconut, Honey, Oatmeal, Sandalwood, Vanilla, Yuzu — Sweet Anthem Handmade Perfumes
Extra: "The Happy Prince," by Oscar Wilde "A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing." — Oscar Wilde; A beautiful death — her soul departs from her hind end first in shuddering waves of detachment from her legs and chest and neck. She chooses her moment, exactly. She refuses to soil herself, disregards "animal instinct," even in the moment of death she must be taken outside one last time. Immediately after, when you stroke her, her soul begins to depart. It will rise through the end of the stripe at the top of her head, through the corona, which means she will leave for the next higher life — whether river otter (to learn playfulness, perhaps) or Buddha one cannot say — but she has passed the level of dog with perfection—serene, loyal, psychic, beautiful, and loved. With both her pack beside her, she passes at home shortly before her 15th birthday.