OC

Will and I buried OC under the at least 100-year-old maple on the side of our house in a space known as "Vincent's Garden." I would sit under that tree with our Maine Coon cat Vincent and read while he tested the length of his leash and "clawed" (someone had declawed him) the tree trunk and logs in the garden. 

I sobbed. 

I don't handle burial very well, but cremation is too expensive for us right now, I'm trying to be frugal and this was something we just couldn't afford.  After the internment, I stayed in the garden with Veronica and we cuddled and nursed and I read "My Mother Wears Combat Boots" and took pictures of various things.  Eventually it started to get chilly so we came inside and I eventually got a bath while she napped. 

I keep expecting to hear OC crying out from the guest room.  It actually kept me awake last night.