My wife's cat died last night.
Yesterday he climbed into the hearth (not working of course) and sat there until he passed on sometime in the night. I got out of bed to dig a hole in a nice grassy spot in our yard around 6am and also got to see the sun peak above the clouds right after I finished digging. Burned some sage, Kate read something from the Tibetan book of living and dying, we threw a big chunk of bacon for the afterlife and I covered him up.
Death. Weird stuff, the spark was gone and he looked like a fake cat this morning lying in the hearth.
Kind of a morbid subject for a b-ball blog, but anyone have any pet burial stories?