Sunday is National Pet Memorial Day. Verty, Peep, and Gracie are buried in the backyard. They used to be my family of three cats. They were great friends. It is hard to believe they are gone now. I am glad I have many photographs. Their stories can be read here.
They are in an overgrown area. I have yet to be able to clear it properly. I probably never will. I can see the cat statues from my upstairs windows. The cats were not cremated. I did not want them to get lost. Cremated people get lost! How easy to lose a pet. What if I move? If I had my way, the only place I would move to is back there with them, but that is not allowed! I am not planning on ever moving again.
Keeping the undergrowth off them is constant task. A tree almost fell on them. It is in the foreground. In the final photo I am finished, at least for a while. Winter is coming. The brush will die away until next Spring. They all loved playing in the yard. Perhaps if you look out of the corner of your eye, you will see them playing still. . . .