Caboodle the Extraordinary Cat Caboodle was a sweet but average cat. Not especially beautiful, intelligent, affectionate or agile, she lived a long, happy, uneventful life.
When she died in September 1999, my husband and I buried her under a rose bush in our backyard. That October, the month of my 50th birthday and long after the last rose had faded, a single bloom emerged.
For about 10 years after Caboodle’s death, a single rose would bloom in mid-October. Pretty extraordinary, for an average cat. — Judith Karp A Tribute on Toast When my father-in-law died this summer, I inherited an unopened jar of the orange marmalade he loved.
It’s not my favorite. But I’ve been slathering it on toast to honor the man who raised my husband and embraced our relationship when his son came out to him 20 years ago.