We have had lots of small pets in our day (fish, frogs, hamsters, etc) and it only stands to reason that we've had a lot of little funerals as well. Hence, we have a pet cemetery on the not-so-large grounds of Casa de Kautz.
As much as I love the little guys, hamsters and fish have a very limited life span and it just wouldn't be fitting to toss their beloved bodies into the trash. Nope--everybody under the one pound limit gets a funeral at our place, complete with tears and fond words of love and remembrance. When it comes to pet funerals, we do 'em right.
So, while we have tender hearts, we do not have a very large piece of property here in Weirdville and when I refer to the back forty, I mean feet, not yards. And while you admire the thick green carpet of grass in the photos, you gotta know that almost 98% of the yard is gardens and very little space for things like grass and pet cemeteries. When somebody goes to the Great Beyond, I'm totally scrambling for burial space. And when the cats die--don't even think about taking their carcasses for a home burial--it ain't happening.
The problem with having so many gardens is that you are constantly moving and planting things all over and there isn't much space for a body to lie undisturbed. So, over the years, we've sort of designated the landscaping in the front of the house as....you know...Heavenly Acres. Bushes and shrubs don't get moved often, so there was the perfect spot for Keith the Fish or Muffin the Hamster to lie for all of eternity.
And while I get credit for a lovely funeral and services, rarely does our grief lead to tombstones for the dearly departed. Oh, there are a few rocks with hamsters' names on them, but it was starting to creep me out and I finally just painted one rock with a fish on it to remember my earliest generations of pond fish. It's more of a marker really, a reminder to Joe not to dig up the soil there, just in case he might unearth a skeleton and completely freak out a kid in the process. It's worked so far, nobody has been traumatized. Well, not yet, anyway. God help the new homeowners should we ever move.
I went out to water the other day, and as I dragged the hose out front, I found a sweet sight. Apparently Mother Earth decided to remember the dead as well and took it upon herself to plant a flower right at the stone that marked the eternal slumbers of our departed fish. I guess my efforts to honor the earth and its beings has paid off--it seems the earth chimed in to remember its own as well.
That's the kind of stuff that makes my day--simple joys, funny happenings, silliness in the world around me. Maybe others don't have these things happen or care if they do. Maybe it is just me that notices. Either way, it makes me laugh. Life is good. And apparently, so is death.
Well, at my place anyway.