We buried her in the evening, in the front flower bed where she loved to lie smiling against the house, belly up to the sun. It was the spot where I once planted a peony, but the cat smothered it. Nothing would keep her from her favorite place.
This was our party of mourners (minus me, of course, behind the camera): The Ancestor, Rob's grandma and mum, Rob, and our sweet friends from next door. The children were especial mates of the old, deaf, and slightly senile Miss Mary; they loved to share bagels and jam with her on sunny afternoons. We said a few words, put her tiny body in the ground, said a little prayer, cried, and ate fancy cookies.
I can't decide if I should plant catnip or another peony over the spot next spring.