Whenever I have flowers to compost, I first put the blossoms, especially rose petals, on the graves of our cats. Rocky, Tracy, Eddie, Lilly, and Gretchen are all buried behind the front hedge. Some of those dear kitties died at the prime of life; others lived to a fine old age.
I speak to each of them as I toss. It’s a sweet ritual I’ll miss.
We’re moving, and the cat graves won’t be coming with us. And we won’t mention the graves to any perspective buyers, either. Add phantom cats to the other woes of our 180-year-old-house, and we just might scare off a buyer for good.
But if the new people end up being good people, Rabbit Hill people, I might ask if I can sprinkle a few more petals from time to time.
Cliff and I are going catless for now. It’s too sad to leave them when we travel, and if truth be told, I’m kitty littered out. But we’re taking the cat toys with us just in case a whiskered orphan trots onto our new porch and decides to stay.
What about your? I hear others talk about going petless after the last one dies. Opinions? Thoughts?
The kitty in the porch picture is Eddie. He came one day and stayed for eleven years.