Sep. 3rd, 2007

mstakenidentity: (Menelaus kisses)
Menelaus is now laid to rest in the veggie patch.

He loved playing in the veggie patch.

Seamus suggested I bury Mene in a big pot, that way he could come too when I moved, but I said no. He hated to be confined. He hated boxes or baskets or carriers and would fight like mad if put in them. I couldn't stand the idea of him being confined in a pot.

None of our neighbours were home to borrow a spade, so I used Penelope's little gardening trowel and dug a big, deep hole. Seamus brought him out, wrapped in the towel he used to be taken to the vet in, and gently laid him in the grave. We put his favourite toys in too, near his paws. The wind up mouse I got him, the thing-on-a-stick Lisa got him, and the ball inside a ball that Elena bought him almost a year ago.

I started to cry in earnest as we tipped the soil over him. I did manage the old Roman blessing which I've always loved "May the earth lie lightly upon you". And Seamus marked the mound with a rock from the garden.

And that's it. I hope wherever he is there are couches to claw and curtains to climb and paper to shred, all with no spray bottle in sight.

[Edit] We bought some seedlings from the garden section of the supermarket and spread them over the grave. I think they were called Phaecelia. They are flowers that are meant to be good for growing veggies near, purple and spiky. They look loud and handsome and flamboyant and a little violent, just like my beautiful, beautiful boy.
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It is so unfair, he was not yet a year old, just a baby.

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