This morning we laid Crump to rest. It was a little sad, but there were no tears.
We decided to bury him where we bury the other animals that die around here. On a patch of earth our son calls Catalina Island because there is a Catalina Cherry tree growing there.
No words were said.
It was a very simple ceremony.
Explaining what had transpired to our friend Phoenix at the gate.
Heading to Cannon Beach, OR
5 hours ago