My ex, Garet, sent me a photo of the grave he put together for the cat that we used to have, Marlena. It is really nice and she deserved it.
I have had four cats and a dog die here over the last fifteen years, and they are all buried in my side yard. When I saw Garet's grave yard I felt like I was derelict, and a bad daddy. That's because I haven't kept their little graves looking very good. The Confederate Jasmine I planted has taken over both Nina kitty and Amanda kitty's grave sites, and Dennis' dog, Kiva, has a Hibiscus bush growing on her spot. A little further down is Roger kitty's grave. The problem with all of this is that the side yard also doubles as a trash holding area and a dog run, which means Chandler is doing his "thing" all over their graves.
In the back yard is Carl kitty's grave. Carl is presently fertilizing Mark's garden, and not doing a very good job of it. Carl is lucky though in one respect, Chandler isn't pooping and peeing on his grave every day.
Being buried in the dog run does have it's good points. I get to see them every day and think of them. I hope that they all understand why they are there, and don't pull a 'Poltergeist' movie thing on me. It would be very scary to be telling Chandler to go poopies and have a little cat claw pop up out of the ground and try to pull him under.
I have had four cats and a dog die here over the last fifteen years, and they are all buried in my side yard. When I saw Garet's grave yard I felt like I was derelict, and a bad daddy. That's because I haven't kept their little graves looking very good. The Confederate Jasmine I planted has taken over both Nina kitty and Amanda kitty's grave sites, and Dennis' dog, Kiva, has a Hibiscus bush growing on her spot. A little further down is Roger kitty's grave. The problem with all of this is that the side yard also doubles as a trash holding area and a dog run, which means Chandler is doing his "thing" all over their graves.
In the back yard is Carl kitty's grave. Carl is presently fertilizing Mark's garden, and not doing a very good job of it. Carl is lucky though in one respect, Chandler isn't pooping and peeing on his grave every day.
Being buried in the dog run does have it's good points. I get to see them every day and think of them. I hope that they all understand why they are there, and don't pull a 'Poltergeist' movie thing on me. It would be very scary to be telling Chandler to go poopies and have a little cat claw pop up out of the ground and try to pull him under.
you have honored them well...when my cat Chloe dies I'm giving her a fiery Viking funeral on a barge down one of the creeks near our house. It's the least I can do...
ReplyDeleteOoooh, good idea, as long as the fire department isn't called.
ReplyDeleteOur animal companions (not "pets" anymore, folks)are like ...er... "are" members of our families. This was just a temporary stone until I can afford something better. I should have cremated her and sent Alan the ashes for his garden and to be with the rest of the pride. But I'm not about to exhume her now. Let her rest in peace. Some day someone in the next centuries may find her and the time capsule CD of photos and movies of her that I sealed with her in her little wooden coffin that I built.
ReplyDeleteToo bad the CD you buried with her will be a forgotten technology. They'll just think it was her favorite toy.
ReplyDeleteI think about the people who might someday dig up the dog yard where our first dog,Heidi, is buried. I wasn't thinking too clearly and put her in a big blue Rubbermaid container with her bed and toys. What a surprise for them!!!
ReplyDeletePeggy, Actually I have heard that if you bury animals you should just put them in the soil so they can decompose naturally. Oh and don't bury them within 75 feet of a well.
ReplyDeleteI can just imagine the surprise of all those mega townhome developers in Ft lauderdale that have built on every possible square inch of those single family lots. They must have come across lots of burial sites. I was once digging in the back yard of my Ft Lauderdale home and found what I thought were chicken bones. I thought that was peculiar. Later on I found buried in the same spot a small collar with the name "peanut" on it. I think it was somebodies cat.
ReplyDeleteThat is such a pretty stone Al, its lovely to have some thing like this
ReplyDeleteThey are not in the run. They are in your heart and all around you. They know you loved them and it doesn't matter where their bodies ended up. Their spirits go on...
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