The neighbor had a little kitty, named Punkin, she was a sweet little thing, and she adored Helga...often when Punkin came out, in the warmer weather, she would jump the fence and come to see Helga
Now, Helga loved being outside in the warm weather and you nearly had to drag her in at night...she loved to sleep under this one big old tree, and if she wasnt running around the yard, barking at something or another, she would be asleep under that big tree...one time I went out to look for her, and there she was sound asleep, with little Punkin in the crook of Helgas short fat stumpy leg, and also sound asleep...
Punkin and Helga often slept together out under that tree...its fitting that Helga is buried beneath that tree...