Pet cemetery
by Linda Murray

We moved in 2004. It was only two miles from where we currently were living, and still in the same town, but we were excited about being back out in the country.

One of our first outdoor projects was to clear the overgrown back yard. I worked on a flowerbed near the barn while my husband Daniel worked clearing thorns near the house. Suddenly Daniel yells across the yard, “Artemus and Snowball are here.” Knowing he always confused his plants, I yelled back, “You mean Artimesia and Snowdrops.” He quickly replied, “You don’t understand. Artemus and Snowball are BURIED here!”

I raced across the yard to see what he was talking about, hoping it wasn’t really a burial site as he implied. We’re pretty sure the tiny, white marble headstones belong to a former tenant’s pets... at least we hope so!