"The day after Mic died, my friends from the ranch in Cloudcroft stopped by, not knowing anything about what had happened. They were shocked to hear about Mic. Gloria said that I should bring him up to the ranch and bury him in the meadow across the canyon from the ranch house. That way, as she said, "she could keep an eye on him". I did that this morning. It is a beautiful spot. Flowers will bloom in the spring and summer, and the tall pines and fir trees will shade it from the summer heat. Just a couple of weeks ago, he was chasing me down the hill in the meadow as we went sledding. It's a perfect spot for him to rest! "
The vet sent me a card that sums up things perfectly:
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we stll would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan... "The Once Again Prince" from "Separate Life Times" by Irving Towsend
I love that quote at the bottom... I am going to save that indeed!