very sorry to hear of your loss.
here is something I first came across a few years ago when I lost my older Springer:
Where To Bury A Dog
There are various places in which a dog may be buried.
We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in
the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green
lawn of his grave.
Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog.
Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy
summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to
challenge some strange intruder.
These are good places, in life or in death.
Yet it is a small matter, and it touches
sentiment more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps
through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last.
On a hill where the wind is harsh, and the trees are
roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or
somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most
exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost
if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
One place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must
already have, he will come to you when you call -
- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again.
And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not
growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he
belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing:
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of its master.
Charles, the young dog in the picture, will be 9 in 3 days time
tempus fugit!
my condolences & best wishes
Günter
NRA Life 1974
