This is a picture of our cemetery. Not everyone can see beauty in it but I do. In many ways. Spring is my favorite time to view the cemetery. The trees are beautiful when they bloom, the grass is so green, and everything smells nice. As I walk through the cemetery I find great comfort in reading the memorial plaques. There is so much love there. One of my rats died Saturday and I buried it in my back yard. When I go past that spot I think of his cute little nose, and tiny paws that took food from my fingers. But I have good thoughts, and I know that pet owners who bury their pets in our cemetery remember the unconditional love they shared with their special pet.
I do have one sad comment. If you look closely you will see that the pink blossomed tree (Tree ID is not my forte) you will see that a large branch is lying on the ground. The truth is that the tree is so old that it is just falling apart and needs to come down. I have no idea how old it is but it is obvious that it has been here for many, many years. If the tree could talk I hope it could bear witness to the fact that the grounds have been a peaceful place. Full of barking dogs, hopeful adopters, tons of volunteers, laughter and tears. I sure will miss that tree.