Planted a small seedling white pine on our Foo's grave last year; he was a scrappy, tough individualist, just like every white pine I ever knew, and I think he'll like being a big tree, 'cuz he was never satisfied with being a small cat...(used to take on things twice his size or bigger; vet was SURE the last set of scars we'd stitched him up for was coyote)...
So rather than miss him I will keep him with us always. Foo's mortal remains are feeding our tree, literally him becoming a tree. A fitting tribute to any being (I should be so lucky. And I should like to be an oak...

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I actually watered in my garden sensei into his garden...honto...
Scott