We lost a member of our little family today. Mr. Squeaks went off to rat heaven. Thankfully, he crossed over while the kids were in school.
We had a little funeral when they got home, and buried him in our pet cemetery by the stream, at the edge of the woods. All our pets are buried there. We have a concrete meditation bench and two stone lions guarding the space with quiet dignity. Tulip bulbs are planted on every grave.
Each spring when the flowers bloom, we know our furry family members send us their love.