After you left, Jim dug Spirit’s place where she loved to diggity-dig a big hole and settle down into the cool earth on warm days. Jim then placed her in the grave on her fuzzy sleeping mat. I petted her and talked to her and listened to her for a long time. I could not take my face away from her beautiful face. I collected lilacs and daisies and adorned her with flowers…I gaze at her grave and I know she is with me.
– Joy Erik, Beaverton, OR
