It was fortunate that the temperature went above freezing for over a week. LC died on the 13th and the ground was too hard to dig. But it was forecast to stay warmer for a whole, so I waited. This morning, I was able to push a thin metal rod through the freeze zone. And tomorrow it is expected to start freezing again.
So I went out this afternoon and brought my strongest digging implements: the solid steel spade, the "Mutt" (think of a 6' chisel), and a post hole digger. I was expecting to need my electric auger, but was spared that.
I dug the topsoil into one 5 gallon bucket. The next foot was clay and gravel in another bucket. Below that was pure sand. This whole area used to be a silt plain. I went through the same thing when I dug Skeeter's grave 13 months ago, but there I hit a lot of house construction debris. At least in LC's spot, it was clean.
So I got the hole 3 feet deep.
It doesn't look it, but the camera shows no depth. I measured it with a yardstick. There were three 5-gallon buckets filled from a 1.5 sq ft hole
I laid dear LC out on the ground next to it...
When I was sure the hole was large enough, I set her in.
That was very hard. I placed a couple favorite toys, some of her only favorite kitty treat, and some fresh catnip on her. Then the final part. I covered her body with dirt.
That was the hardest part, yet it must be done. So final, yet so merely mechanical. Dumping dirt from a bucket... Why does truly saying "goodbye" mean covering someone with dirt?
Well, I will build a small wooden marker to match Skeeter's, but for now I will use a paver stone to mark her special spot.
Farewell LC... You were A Very Good cat, but you are over the Bridge now with Skeeter. You have moved on and now I must do the same. See you again someday...