Both Hubby and I decided that this would be the perfect spot for Spike, between the dogwood and the burning bush among the sweet woodruff. It is shady and protected. My mom said to put something on top so the animals don't dig him up. I found this little boulder and had some left over bricks. I found some little iron cats in the shed and put them on the bricks. I think I will find a way to put his name and dates on it...
This is the view from the patio table, so I can keep an eye on him.
Here is poor Suske, recovering from her wound, my little cone-head!
It's been rough on all of us. I wonder if Suske knows Spike is gone yet? Did she see or hear Spike at the vet's? I hope not.
3 comments:
Aww, I'm so sorry for your loss. I've had dogs, not cats, but the pain is the same when they leave.
It looks like the cat statues are keeping guard over the grave.
{Hugs} for your loss. I know what it's like to lose a furbaby. And one of ours recently had an abcess as well. Purrs from all of my furry crew.
Hugs to you. We lost our cat Spike a couple of years ago at the age of 20 and it brings a smile to my face to see his burial spot out back now. I hope the happiness your Spike brought you can put a smile on your face.
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