Hi ya, Duggs...call me hairy fairy if you want and I won't care.....I buried my 7 lb. Yorkie dog 3 years ago this August.....she was 16, a spoiled diva who had 400 ways of saying "grrrr" and I knew what each and every one of them meant.....I got her in Cali, and then moved to MI...she hated the winter....when I moved to the ranch I had deer, hawks, foxes, coyotes, and mountain lions on the property....I taught her to go down the steps of my front porch and do her business and scadaddle back up for a treat...She is buried at the bottom of those porch stairs....I have rocks around her, a solar lite, and planted petunias inside the rocks...
To make a long story short, a bunny came tonite and "camped" on top of my Maddy's grave for a long time.....he just rested....on his side so relaxed, with not a care in the world....then he sat up after a time, and then collapsed belly first with head down for a longer time.....I am so grateful I had the front door open and observed what happened...it also moved me profoundly....
Somebody in my country killed today; so when I observe something like this I go to the subtle signs of nature and civility wherever I can find it......
.....and thanks!
