So, digging your pet's grave blows. Especially in southern Ohio, because it's mostly clay. And so many roots! And since Tim has RA, I did most of the digging, but I wanted to.
We buried her with one of the bolts of fleece that she laid on on the couch, a tiny piece of plastic bag, because she LOVED to chew and lick plastic bags, and dogwood petals, because they're still blooming.
Oh my kitty. She was my favorite. I loved her so much.
Aw, that sounds like a sweet and fitting memorial.
I agree, digging graves is no fun, and digging in clay in general is so hard, and the two combined really suck.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Steph. It's just so hard.
Steph and Theo, I'm so sorry.
It's so damn hard to lose them.
It's just that Slinky is so old (19, at least) and has kidney failure -- I was sure she wouldn't make it through this year (and she might not), and then we'd have Toke around for years. But Toke was about 15, and that is a pretty good long life for a cat (Slinky is the weird outlier who I'm pretty sure is eternal).
It was just such a shock to find her, when she was basically fine. And even Tuesday and yesterday, she wasn't overtly distressed, or else we would have taken her to the vet immediately. I know sometimes these things just happen, but man, it sucks so much.
And now I have an assload of work to do. Woo.
I'm so sorry, Teppy and Tim. Toke was a lucky kitty to have you guys for her family.
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