Displayed in photographs are the last days and hours of her friend's life. Her other dogs snuggle close to him. Martha nuzzles him. He died at home, surrounded by his mates and feeling loved, I'm sure. It is sweet and sad.
Then he gets a natural burial. No gaudy casket. Nothing over the top. He appears to be wrapped in muslin, and tied with a blue ribbon. His buddies sniff him. He is buried simply. The flat stone that marks his grave is hand-etched. Lucky dog.
