Oooooohhh, that title reminds me of the Stephen King novel! Anyway- there is a pet cemetery not too far from where I live, but I am so happy to have Kitty Boy here in my back yard- close to me.

I gotta tell y'all this: My boss was the person who got me the baby casket and the spray of flowers. He went to the vet (2 days after I had him put down), picked up my Boy, placed him in the casket- he curled him up in a kitty-like position in the casket. I took one last look at him before we sealed the casket & lowered him into his grave. In fact, my boss even dug the grave in the POURING RAIN! Some boss, eh?

I feel like everyone's gonna get tired of hearing about all this, but I thought it was a nice story.