Earlier this year wasn’t a good time for our cats; we had three cats die within a few weeks. Back in March, we lost the mother of the outdoor feral cats, Poppy. Then in early April, we lost Pepper, one of the two feral shop cats. And a few days later, our elderly pet Pippin rapidly declined.
We buried each of them in the little cat graveyard near our pond, around some grasses that were planted in memory of an earlier cat, Pixel, who loved them. Each of our cats is memorialized with an engraved stone:
It’s appropriately below a weeping willow. There used to be a katsura tree and catmint there too (yes, puns), but the deer destroyed those.
A closer look at the cat graveyard, with the three recent graves and others:
Here are all of the stones, from the most recent. Our pet cat Pippin, 2007-2021, buried next to his littermate Padmé:
The shop cat Pepper, 2015-2021:
The feral momma cat Poppy, 2016-2021:
A non-engraved stone for a black alien cat that someone hit crossing the road in 2018:
Pippin’s sister Padmé, 2007-2016:
Our last cat from NZ, Pixel, 1999-2013; he was our oldest cat, which was remarkable since he had diabetes and insulin shots for half his life:
Our first cat (who also came with us to the US, though isn’t actually buried here), Piwhacket, 1994-2007:
It’s always sad to lose a cat, whether pet or feral. Giving them a respectful burial and memorial stone gives some sense of closure.