Kyle Simonson7 months ago
My family has been burying our pets in our yard for years. From a mouse to Great Dane. And we live in the heart of a major metropolis. Actually, one of Great Danes we cremated because he died in the winter.
And we buried my grandma's Maine Coon cat next to her gravestone on Memorial Day weekend. The problem was what to do with him during the winter. A friend of ours was kind enough to let us use their deep freezer. He fit in medium sized tupperware container which we labeled with his name, so they wouldn't accidentally thaw him out (they do a lot of hunting.) His name was Twinky (a grandma named him, what are you gonna do?) What we didn't think of was the fact that this friend ran a home based daycare, taking care of preschool to latchkey kids. And she kind tends to have a lot of kids, because she can't say no.
Needless to say, Twinky was found by some curious kids who thought they had hit Lois' motherlode of snacks. I think the kids weathered it okay, but we (and they) probably won't know for 10-15 years.