August 14, 2009

• Tall pine trees stand at the edge of the yard, their smaller fir cousins stand in clusters beneath the longer branches. A grey stone, two feet high and flat on the surface stands in front of the trio of fir trees.  We laid Spike to rest in this shady sweet place he loved to sniff around when he was walking this earth. We wrapped him in his favorite zebra striped blanket and placed daisies on his still body. Gently he was carried and laid to rest by The Chief and I. A small exuberantly furred bundle of love. The shovels of dirt were replaced around him gently, as if they might disturb his slumber. The rich black dirt was shoveled then raked in the place. I shall plant shade loving bulbs in that spot this autumn, bright, vibrant colors to remember our vibrand Buddy Boo.

  A few times last night I expected to see him there, under the table, lying on his bed. Or pacing and panting to go out for his evening constitutional. The Chief and I comforted each other.  We recounted stories of how hyper a puppy Spike was and how that energy was still seemingly with him, almost to the end.

  Blessings abound

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