Pet Cemetery

Today was an extremely hard day, both physically and mentally. I had ordered a headstone for Oliver that we placed today. We also cleaned up the pet cemetery (which I keep typing as pet Semetery thanks to Stephen King), cut down a bunch of trees, and we cut some down so there will always be a ray of sunlight on Oliver. We also bought ceramic markers for all the cats buried there (Coco already had a headstone), and some of the cats that have just disappeared.

We still have a little bit more to do. We are going to the pottery place to paint little tiles for Dynamite, whose buried there, and all of the other animals we've had but didn't get to bury for whatever reason. (Cleo had to get an necropsy so she was sent away, Markie, Max and many others just disappeared-- animals have a tendency to run away from home when they are close to death.) Once those little tiles are done we will hang them on tree around the cemetery as a memorial.

The last thing we did was place Oliver's marker. His headstone can be seen from the house, like mom wanted, and it's so bittersweet. I don't want Oliver to be there, he needs to be here sitting next to me. I know it's extremely hard on mom, and I hate seeing her upset. At least we have that forever marker that says "if love alone could've kept you alive, you would have lived forever." The bear and Olivwr were drawn by Tommy and I designed the headstone. I love and miss Oliver so much.

Here are pictures of the cemetery, it looks really good. I'm so glad there's a beam of sunlight that will always be on Oliver. He was moms sunshine.

Memorial - Raiden Puddin' was one that was very old and ran away after 13+ years with us to pass.

Coco was the first dog I remember having. He was a sweet heart and ended up passing away during the blizzard of 93. He was old, and we started to realize he was sick and brought him into an office we had in the basement. Mom stayed with him all night and went upstairs and he died while mom was away, as if he was waiting to be alone.

Cookie the cat was Coco's best friend. She was devastated when Coco died and always laid in Coco's favorite spots. She missed him so much. She is buried here.

I found Crash and his brother Boo when they were kittens so young their eyes were still blue. They were randomly on a window sill at my apartment in Cincinnati freezing in the cold. We brought them back here because there were no no-kill shelters in Cincinnati and we couldn't let them die. Boo and Crash always slept on top of each other and loved each other so much. Evil raised them and was a good cat dad. Crash disappeared not too long ago, I believe he was stolen by a girl who lives up the road and hordes cats.

Hate and Leo were brothers. Leo was my baby and Hate was Tommy's. Hate died very young from feline leukemia. He's buried here. Leo stayed around for a long time, I used to sneak him into the house when mom and dad weren't home and let him sleep in my bed. He was an extremely sweet cat. I believe the girl up the road took him too.  I still refuse to believe that Leo died. Leo was also Chez's best friend, and when Leo disappeared Chez got extremely depressed. She wouldn't leave her cat house even to use the bathroom. It took mom and I 2 and a half years to finally get her to come out of the house to eat and use the bathroom. She's still very skittish.

Tara we didn't have for very long, when we got her we didn't realize that she was deaf and we didn't really know until right before she died. We came home one day to find her killed by dogs. She was a sweet girl, so loving. 

And Oliver, who I still can't believe is gone. The poor baby. I miss him so so much, and so does Church. Mom is devasted, and it's extremely hard. I'm glad he'll always be covered in sunlight and we can look out the window and see his headstone.

Here's the overall cemetery, from left to right is Crash, Raiden, Oliver, Cookie the cat, Coco, Tara, Leo, and Hate. 

😔😔😔😢😢😢it's been a ridiculously hard day.