We buried him under the forsythias and Liza circled his grave with solar lights.
We found ourselves telling him to watch the house whern we left and , is everything ok, when we returned.
Now, we know we were talking to dirt ... but ...
So God blessed us with another black Lab puppy and we HAD to name him Bubba ... so Bubba is back.
It's kind'a fun bein' an old fart.
Awww...Bubba 2. Gertrude Stein the writer named all her dogs Basket. Basket 2...Basket 3.
My lovely black lab is buried beneath several rose bushes in my garden (well, his ashes). We now have a little Sheltie - we get all of them from our local shelter.