Rest In Peace, "Little Guy" (cont.)

We buried him out in the forest under his favorite tree, with his blanket, pillow and favorite toy. It was very beautiful.

It still feels weird that he is gone. I can't even count the times I have started calling out for him before realizing that he isn't going to come.

My favorite memory of him is one very rainy day. I was calling out for him since I intended to take him out for a walk. He didn't come. So I went looking for him and found him lying in his bed (read blanket). I called for his attention and he just raised his head and looked at me as if saying "Are you crazy? I'm not going. Not when it pours like this." And it all ended in both of us waiting inside for the rain to pass. Good times.






On a side note: Swedish law allow you to bury some house pets outside of pet cemeteries (rabbits, cats, small dogs etc) if 1: you own the property or you have permission from the one that does (We own it, so no issue here). 2: You make sure the grave is deep enough so that wild animals can't dig up the body (we made a box of oak for him and made it twice as deep as law demands).