My daughter and I call this The Boopsie Rose. It does have another name, which I can't recall. The edges of this rose are a soft pink which fade to a soft yellow. The rose is like Boopsie, different colors.
We call it The Boopsie Rose because it is planted beside Boopsie's grave. Boopsie was a few days short of being 18 when we lost her. She had a good life and made us laugh many, many times. We planted this rose to remind us of her and when it blooms we can't help but smile.
How did Boopsie get a name like that? When Katie was 4 years old, we got her a kitten. She was so excited! We offered her lots of cute names and she rejected each one. Her daddy was teasing her and he said "well we will just call him Harry Trueman". My daughter squealed with delight and his name was Hairy Trueman. Sadly Trueman made his way to the highway. We decided to get her another kitten.
I wanted to surprise her when I picked her up from school with the kitten. Since this female kitten followed Hairy Trueman, we called her Bess. Katie gave her the nick name of Boopsie. She answered to either. Sometimes Katie just called her "Boops", she didn't mind and would love on Katie no matter what she would have chosen to call her. Katie declared that Bess was her "sister" since she was an only child. The two grew up together and Bess was truly a member of our family.
Our beloved pets can't stay with us forever, but this rose bush is a sweet reminder of the good times we had with Boopsie. We never fail to smile when the roses appear.