Lola

At 12:36am, our precious bun, Lola Borpy-Piffle Pazoo, passed over the Rainbow Bridge. Our hearts are broken, as she was not 'livestock', by any stretch of the imagination, but a beloved member of the family. We will soon order a small marker for her burial site - but, in the meantime, we've nestled her into a premium spot in the flower garden, the previous owner planted - under the shade of our beautiful little almond tree.

The ground here is primarily rocks, and the tree's roots obviously needed to be protected, so we could only dig about a foot down. After placing her into the cotton blanket, and organic, recycled, compostible cardboard box, we placed that into the shallow grave, and covered it with the dirt we'd dug out. We then began carefully placing split logs, from our trees, over it, to keep other critters from disturbing her, while we grieve for a couple days, and settle the chicken coop in, (that was delivered, today - because, ready or not, the world keeps spinning, and life keeps happening), then it will become our first little hugel, in our new gardens.

This was not how we'd thought our permie life would really begin. But, here it is. Pardon me now, while I go cry, some more. I'd include a pic of Lola, but can't figure out how, and am not up for learning (or doing) much of anything, today.

Carla Burke wrote:At 12:36am, our precious bun, Lola Borpy-Piffle Pazoo, passed over the Rainbow Bridge. Our hearts are broken, as she was not 'livestock', by any stretch of the imagination, but a beloved member of the family. We will soon order a small marker for her burial site - but, in the meantime, we've nestled her into a premium spot in the flower garden, the previous owner planted - under the shade of our beautiful little almond tree.

The ground here is primarily rocks, and the tree's roots obviously needed to be protected, so we could only dig about a foot down. After placing her into the cotton blanket, and organic, recycled, compostible cardboard box, we placed that into the shallow grave, and covered it with the dirt we'd dug out. We then began carefully placing split logs, from our trees, over it, to keep other critters from disturbing her, while we grieve for a couple days, and settle the chicken coop in, (that was delivered, today - because, ready or not, the world keeps spinning, and life keeps happening), then it will become our first little hugel, in our new gardens.

This was not how we'd thought our permie life would really begin. But, here it is. Pardon me now, while I go cry, some more. I'd include a pic of Lola, but can't figure out how, and am not up for learning (or doing) much of anything, today.

I'm sorry you lost a friend.  I'd tell you it gets easier, but it doesn't.  All you can really do with pets is make sure you give them the best possible life while you have them.  Thoughts with you and your family.

Sorry for you losing a beloved pet, I recently lost a pet I had for many years, I know it is hard. Doing a bit of planting around the burial site helped me, it sounds like you are doing something similar, the cycle continues, best to you.

I have on my farm buried some belowed fourfootedd familymembers and I use to think that they will stay on the farm for eternity.That makes it a little easier to me.But of course the tears flood every time.Take care of you!

Thank you. Lola was not the first I've buried. As a furball lover at my age (55), there have been many - and no, it really doesn't get any easier. In fact, I'm coming to the conclusion that each one becomes more difficult than the last. She was with us for the last 8 1/2 yrs of her life, and we made damn sure they were good ones, for her - she was an abandoned rescue. But, we were the ones who were truly rescued. The last critter we lost was about 9yrs ago. A 20yr feline family member, Aristotle. Lola is the first here, and the first who will become the foundation of a hugel, for us. It just felt... appropriate. Then, it felt right to share, here. Thank you, for your sympathies. I'm about to give up on bandanas & hankies, to dry my eyes & nose. I think bath sheets would be more effective.

I've been there, and I'm sorry.

But grief is the homage we pay to our beloved departed, animal or human. Tears come with the territory. I bawled when I planted my 14-year-old Golden Retriever under the raspberry canes, and the hole had been dug for two seasons already. I had a really shitty month when one of my chihuahua mixes died. And, in 12 years or more, hopefully, when my current pet, a Flemish Giant named Mizzou, goes, well that will be hard, too.

I love the hugelbeet burial mound. Nothing could be more appropriate. My sincere condolences on the loss of your family member.

-CK

Lola's little hugel, on the west side of the house, in the flower & hosts beds, under the almond tree. I'm hoping the lilies of the valley will do well, here. We've picked out a marker for her, but want to wait and let the hugel settle a while, first.

The little princess, staking her claim on the floor pillow

Cute lil' begger!