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When I went outside to water and feed the dogs this morning, I discovered that Bear (new name, Naughty Bear) had brought Lily out to play again.
Lily, who would like nothing better than to continue her decompositon process, was not amused. She didn't participate in any way in Bear's games. So, following my sister's advice to cremate her (Lily, not Linda), I tried, again, to light her on fire.
Unfortunately, she's still too moist and she has no fur left, so there was really nothing left to burn. I tried and tried, but there was no cremating this cat.
Lily is now in a plastic bag in a black hearse.
It's that 2-wheeled black hearse that we push out front of our house on a weekly basis and some men come by and take the contents to some sacred burial ground.
May she rest in peace...finally.
On a related note, one of the five baby swallows was found dead on the front porch this morning.
I don't know if she fell out and was killed or if she died and was pushed out. But, she's out, dead, and also in the black hearse.
Death is certainly in the air today in Provo.
We had some real excitement last night. Let me back up just a little.
If you follow my families blogs, you know that Ken, Cami, and kids lost their beloved Tweek last week and Jenna, Mitch, and kids lost their sweet Lily last week. Both of them were interred in the Martin Family Pet Cemetery in our back yard/field.
So, last night, we noticed that big old Bear was messing with something in the back yard. You guessed it...he was playing with dearly departed Lily.
Karen and I had a dog and dead cat rodeo for the next half hour. We finally got Lily away from Bear, re-buried her, piled lots of huge rocks, boulders, and pieces of cement on top of her grave, gave both dogs a bath, then came in the house and Karen and I took showers.
I just went outside today to check out the crime scene and it's apparent that Bear has been trying to play with Lily today.
I've stacked more rocks and boulders on her tomb.
Bad Dog!!
I must really live a dull life if I can't come up with something to blog about every day...or even every week.
I feel like I have a pretty interesting life. My family is interesting. My work is interesting. There are exciting things that happen to me every day. But, when I sit down to blog, I can't think of a thing. I think I probably want to say something funny or profound or important, but that's not really necessary.
I'll do better.
