On gravedigging

It took my father and I longer than we thought to dig a grave for our poor pet cat. The spot we picked was such that we had to go through a layer of tough fibrous roots from the nearby palm. Then we hit a layer of stones--apparently gravel leftover from the construction of our house--which was what mainly slowed us down. Finally we came upon a layer of dark compact but softer earth. Despite the grim purpose of our task I just thought it was interesting to see the composition of the ground in that area of our lot.

Another funeral

We received sad news from the vet this morning: our pet black cat died during the night while confined at the clinic. Our cat showed signs of some kind of internal infection which was apparently in an advanced state since she was already passing urine mixed with blood and pus. My father and I went to pick up the body this afternoon and buried her in the general area near the lower gate of our lot that has become a burial ground of sorts for our pets.