Our cat Luna was very very old - I had gotten her as an adult cat from the shelter in Seattle back around the 1990's. This was when I was still living in the Wallingford district and I moved out of there in 1992.
She has always been in great health with the exception of having an abbreviated tail and ear from some prior mishap before she wound up in the shelter.
This last week, she was acting odd - four days ago she was up on the roof and fell onto our picnic table in front of Jimmy and me.
We were not able to find her last night and Lulu found her this morning, under our back porch, dead.
Normally, I like to cremate household critters but since we are leaving tomorrow for our trip, I will bury her.
It is an odd thing to have to dig a grave. I have done this for both of my parents and several farm critters (one llama, one sheep and two goats).
Celebrating the eternal cycle of life and all that...
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