Eight crying one carrying she---she's gotta be free. Last night Ashtyn---Lightning Stikes cat---didn't come in when I opened the door after turning out the lights to go to bed. I asked Inklings if she had seen her. She hadn't so we went to bed. This morning I got a call at the office from Inklings telling me she had found Ashtyn and she was dead. All of the kids had seen her dead on the way to school and everyone was upset about losing her. Inklings told me to come take care of her---she couldn't do the dead animal thing.
So I came home from work and took Ashtyn up into the hills to the same spot I buried Sadie (our dog) last spring. I buried the cat right next to the dog---they were good friends when they were both alive so I thought it was appropriate---and since I was the designee I got to choose where she went.
While I was burying her I thought it would be a nice place to have my ashes scattered too. It is one heck of a view of the valley from there.
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And by 'burying her' do you mean throw her in the dead animal pit?
j/k
That is sad the cat died.
She is buried in the saddle between Richfield and Glenwood right next to Sadie. Just a little east of where Tennis Girl nearly rolled the station wagon.
If I was going to da anything other than bury her I would have tanned her hide in my closet!!!
So sad!!
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