This morning the grandchildren called, in tears. Their pet, a rat named Maid Marian, was dying. She expired later in the morning, after they went to school.
This evening they called to ask if she could be buried in the orchard.
Grandpa Mark dug a hole near one of the apple trees.
We had a teary few moments out in the cold while Maid Marian was laid to rest. Sarah spoke some loving words in farewell to her friend. Kat said a prayer, expressing the hope that Maid Marian would be happy and pure in her afterlife. Josh hummed "God Be With You 'Till We Meet Again" as we walked back to the house.
Mark and I agreed that it was a lovely funeral, short and sweet and loving. One of the nicest funerals we've attended.
It is good that the children know where their friend is buried, and that they can remember her and visit her gravesite near the apple tree if they get to missing her.
Rest In Peace, Maid Marian.