socks and roses
i just got home from burying socks, beths dead cat.
see, socks died over three years ago in the winter. because temperatures regularly drop below -40°F, the cat could obviously not been buried immediately. socks went into their large freezer in the garage.
beths dad is quite old, quite sick, and quite depressed. most things he only does half way. the rest he hardly gets started. he dug a hole for socks resting place the following summer underneath a rose bush, but did not want the cat to be buried because the previous cat that died wasnt buried deep enough.
i say 4 feet is plenty deep enough for a cat.
he wanted to dig up the first cat before burying the second cat. so the hole remained empty and the cat remained in the freezer for three years.
tonight the cat (in its box) was removed from the freezer, placed into the hole (by my brother), and the hole filled. we had to use pitch forks to really break up all of the roots that had grown in the dirt pile throughout the three years.
seeing my brother sprawled on his belly underneath a rose bush gently placing socks box in this hole, i realized that you dont do this type of stuff for people you merely call friends.
you do it for family.
