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I had setters before the shelties. My one setter, I think I posted before, because of his cancer I donated his body to Purdue University. The vet asked me and I agreed to help others. My other setter is buried in my backyard on a request from my son. Horrible day, it rained so hard and I could see the tears run down my son's face and mine. I won't do that again. My one that died of cancer, suffered, and it was a relief he was resting in peace. His brother, when I lost him, oh my it was heartbreaking.

The shelties will be cremated, as Ann stated will go with us at our feet, where they love to lay. I can't imagine not having them around me.
 
Bear the Big Red Dog is buried in the front yard in the spot where he always lay, watching over the house. Lassie is in our pet cemetery in the back yard. Everyone has a special stone from Adirondack Stoneworks.
 
One day while taking our regular walks around the neighbourhood, Honey laid down in 2 locations. These 2 locations she had never laid down before. 1st location was beside a sidewalk along a bunch of bushes along a park path. The 2nd location was in a large park at the base of a huge red maple tree. She had already been diagnosed with osteosarcoma, was in discomfort (despite being on pain killers) and I believe she was telling me where she wanted her final resting places to be. I promised her then and there I would respect her wishes.

When the time came, she was cremated and I chose to scatter her ashes at the base of that huge red maple tree in the park, where she can see her friends play every day.
 
Chelsea, (http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=4562&id=554662497&l=89af3fb4ea) as noted in some of the stories attached to her pictures, was an athlete. The park with the wilderness trails was her FAVOURITE place to be. I could whsiper that we were going for an R U N , and she'd go ballistic, bouncing off walls with excitement. When she passed away (late Nov'05), she was cremated, and the following spring, when there was new life firmly rooted at 'The Cove', I took her ashes on a 12km hike, talking to her the whole way. ...Remember the time you did that?....remember the fun we had first exploring these trails?....Remember the time.... So on and so forth.

When I got back close to the car, I found a nice place, and gave her to her park. It was, I think, the last, best gift I could give her.
 
John, What a beautiful album of Chelsea on facebook and wonderfully written I felt like I was there walking with you on your hikes. What a wonderful tribute. I'm sure she has plenty of trails and streams to roam around the bridge.
 
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