Some of our greatest treasures we place in museums; others we take for walks. — APlaceToLoveDogs
Mama is working on her novel, so she gave me permission to commandeer her blog again.
Permission — hah!
The Gulfport home doesn’t have a fenced back yard and sits on a body of water. Mama says there’s an ally-gator in it.
I don’t know what an ally-gator is, but Mama says it eats dogs. Yikes!
So Mama and I took lots of walkies, especially on warm, sunny days.
One of the places we frequented was a cemetery.
It’s a HUGE place with lots of trees, grass, flowers, and stone.
Mama says it’s where people go before they cross the Rainbow Bridge.
I don’t know why they go there, but it seems like a peaceful place.
There’s no shouting, no arguing, no meanness.
There are religious statues and benches in case you get tired.
Some of the people have been there a long time. Their headstones are weathered, and the flower-holders are empty. I guess they didn’t leave anybody behind willing, or able, to fill them.
Others are new occupants. You can tell by their polished markers, fresh flowers, and the turned over dirt where they were planted.
Some are outside under the trees. Others are in a stuffy building Mama calls a mausoleum.
Families leave all sorts of things at the graves of their loved ones — Mardi Gras beads, stuffed animals, angel statuettes, photos, wind chimes, and American Flags. Some even have stone doggins or kitties.
Mama has four spots she stops at when we walk there. Two belong to Auntie M and her husband; one belongs to Mama’s godfather.
The fourth belongs to Pa-Pa (Mama’s daddy).
Now you might think “visiting” her relatives would make Mama sad.
On the contrary.
She touches their names, says a few prayers, and leaves comforted.
I like that.
I like to think all Mama’s relatives have reunited with their pets who preceded them to the Rainbow Bridge.
And none of them are in pain any more.
If you have a dog, do you travel to a special place on your walkies? Do share!