Many of you know that my Claudia is very old; each winter, I expect it to be her last but she's still hanging in there.
My question is, when she finally dies I'd like to bury her in the yard. How does a person go about doing that? Obviously you don't just dig a hole and plop them in - don't you have to put them in a box or bag or something? I've never buried a pet before, so not really sure what's the best way to do it when the time comes.
(I told you it was kind of a weird question)
Buried both my little dogs in their blankets. Buried them deep so no animals would dig them up.Many of you know that my Claudia is very old; each winter, I expect it to be her last but she's still hanging in there.
My question is, when she finally dies I'd like to bury her in the yard. How does a person go about doing that? Obviously you don't just dig a hole and plop them in - don't you have to put them in a box or bag or something? I've never buried a pet before, so not really sure what's the best way to do it when the time comes.
(I told you it was kind of a weird question
She is a good babyBaby fussy?Jack was her cat's name.
I just got finished looking up the lyrics...
Love the name!My dear Khimear God Dammit is buried under a gorgeous weeping cherry tree. Whenever it blooms I think of her sweet kisses, and it makes me smile.
The vet provided a decorative cardboard box, along with an impression of her foot, and a tearful poem.
Bob dug the hole, and I buried her, and put some beautiful purple pansies on top.
soooo is Sadie next to him?I burried my chameleon in my apartment complex.. I know there are dogs n such all around so I put him in cloth, then inside a ziplock baggy, then inside a styrofoam coffin, then inside a box
I had this song in my head: The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout.....I just got finished looking up the lyrics...
'Tis my view as well... death is a natural part of the life cycle. Accept it and cherish of the memories as you go on with life.
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to be seen than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they join the stampede
You should never take more than you give
In the circle of life
It's the wheel of fortune
It's the leap of faith
It's the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle, the circle of life
HA! I have a female dog named Willie.
My dear Khimear God Dammit is buried under a gorgeous weeping cherry tree. Whenever it blooms I think of her sweet kisses, and it makes me smile.
The vet provided a decorative cardboard box, along with an impression of her foot, and a tearful poem.
Bob dug the hole, and I buried her, and put some beautiful purple pansies on top.
Nope. Unmarked. Ashes to ashes. Let 'em go sez I. A general idea of where is much better than some damn monument and, besides, there will be less legal hassles with rezoning down the road if there ain't a damn cemetery in the middle of the property.
