Our much loved dog, Kiva, was hit and killed by a car a year ago in January.
The idea of burying a 110 pound dog in frozen ground and two feet of snow
didn't offer much promise, so we had her cremated.  We mixed her ashes in a
five gallon tin of collected flower seeds (mixed annuals and misc. wild
flowers).  We spread the ashes and seeds in a barren area of our property
where a developer came in years ago and mined (actually, stole,) all the top
soil, reducing it to a sort of lunar landscape.  We've been adding mulch and
Compro (treated solids from the local waste treatment plant) for a couple of
years, and gradually restoring it to a meadow.   We also ended up adding one
of the cat's ashes to the mix when he died last summer.  It seemed
appropriate, since they were great buddies.   I've been working on a carved
oak garden bench as a sort of memorial for another deceased cat.  I'm still
working on the bench . . . the cat died eight years ago.  By those
standards, fabricating one's own coffin might be a sort of guarantee of
immortality.  As the Chinese proverb says, "House finished, die now."  At
this rate, I should live forever.

Lisa

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From: "mitch wilds" <[log in to unmask]>

> My wife had her dog cremated and my personal recollection of those ashes
> has them like a white portland cement with a number of 1/4 to 3/8 inch
> bone fragments.  They were delivered in a plastic bag packed in a
> plastic box.  The ashes are in the ground, the box holds plumbing parts.

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