Dust to Dust

They say, "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust." 

My beloved kitty, Lucky, is buried in the backyard.  It was a cold, wet winter day to dig a hole in the garden.  She had died all curled up, sleeping in a ray of sunshine.   I wrapped her little tortie colored body in a favorite blanky, and set her in the bottom of her last resting place. 

The girls said good-bye and laid some flowers on top of her. 

The hardest part was covering her up.  A most ridiculous thought came to me -

"What if she wakes up?"

And another:  "What if an animal digs her up?"

Even in the end I worried about her.  I don't know why it is that we humans can get so wrapped up in the cuteness of our pets.  They're sort of surrogate people to us, aren't they?  They give unconditional love and attention.  Demanding only that that their species demands.  I miss her just the same.  It's a human frailty to live with.