A little doggie funeral

Today my sweet Max was buried in our backyard under the big tree she loved to frequent.  We emptied the baggie and spread her ashes in the hole.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.  On top we planted a beautiful selection of pansies.  I suppose that seems fitting for my Max- she *was* kind of a pansy. ;)

Since Max was the only dog who liked to play ball, Rian got a ball from the house and we buried one with her.  It just seemed fitting that Max be buried with one of her favorite toys.  She sure did love to play catch.  She wasn't so big on the returning of the ball, but boy did she love to gallop through the yard and go get that ball you'd thrown to her.


Jimbo and Cookie scoped out the place where we buried her, and gave their approval... 

...and then Jimbo peed on the flowers. 

Then Jimbo and I played and loved on each other.  

He's a good dog.  A very, very good dog...

After I played with Jimbo, I sat under the tree for almost an hour and watched the light play with the shadows and with the leaves on the tree.  The clouds rolled by and the breeze rustled the leaves overhead.

The flowers make me smile.  They'll remind me of Max every time I see them. 

Goodbye a final time, my sweet doggie.  I'll always remember and love you.  Thank you for 12 years of happiness, tail wags, and unconditional love.  I hope you're happy and romping wherever you are.