Farm Pets: A Sad Story

As we were driving home this last week, I saw Rose (the cat) laying in the road, not moving.  I tried not to make to big of a deal about it as I did not want to alarm the kiddos. They did not see her. Daddy and Grandpa J went out a little while later to collect the body and then that night we told the kids. She was the most skittish and the least well known (to the kids) of our three barn cats.  She was gone for most of her first month at our house.  But the kids were still terribly sad. Daddy printed them each out a copy of the above photo.

 The next day, after Daddy came home from work we had the funeral. Grandpa J  dug a nice deep hole earlier that day. The kids drew pictures to put in the hole with her. We buried her and said a prayer.

 A few days later Daddy cut out a grave marker for them and let them color it.