Back Yard Memories

I have just returned from the Meadows Animal Hospital with the body of our pet Chihuahua, Scooter, who had been with us fifteen and a half years. Scooter was unable to stand on his own this morning, having suffered a stroke brought on by a malfunctioning heart valve. As hard as it was, we had to let him go. Scooter now rests in the back yard beside the graves of our previous five pet dogs. I know it most likely is against a city ordinance to bury pets in the yard, but all had meant so much to us, we could not bring ourselves to have them cremated and only their ashes buried or scattered. A self-willed sense of sentimentality, perhaps, but what is, is...