Hey I'm new on the pet bereavement part of this site, but I've been on the bereavement part for a couple months, due to losing my mom last August. When I was born to my mother, as far as she was concerned, I was the second child. Her cat, a beautiful Siamese named Makesha, was 7 years old by the time I came along. The cat would guard me when I was a baby and not let anyone near me unless my mom said it was ok. I grew up loving Makesha as a sister. I am technically an only child, but in a lot of ways, because of Keshie, I don't feel like it. She lived to be 19. She passed away the summer I was 12. We buried her in the backyard and my mother spent 15 straight hours painting a headstone for her. I don't think she ever truly healed from the passing of her first child. Unfortunately, we were renting at the time, and had to move the following summer. Amid certain critisicm, my mom decided to exhume the body and transfer the whole grave, not just the headstone. Luckily, the body had been wrapped well enough that it worked fairly well. I admire my mother so much for that act. Keshie rested at the next place for over 13 years, until this past summer, when I had to make the horrible decision to disassemble the grave. I couldn't keep my mother's house; neither could I leave Kesha's grave on the grounds where I wouldn't be able to visit her and take care of it. I knew I couldn't exhume bones at this point. So I brought everything from the grave home with me, along with the scratching post that my mother had made for the cat when she was a kitten. I stripped the carpet off the wood and buried that in place of a body, right out in my yard, near the door. I had a small funeral, reading the poems we had written for her 13 years ago, and burning a candle all night on the grave. I hope it's enough. I hope I did the right thing. It felt wrong, in a way, to take the grave apart, but it would have felt worse to leave it there and not keep it with me. I know the first thing my mom did when she left this world was to go see her beloved Makesha, who had been waiting all this time for her. I just hope they both approve of my way of dealing with the grave. To me, the care of it is one of the most important things I inherited and I hope I can live up to it. Makesha is the reason I love animals, esp cats, so much today. Even though it's been 13 years, I still miss my sister. Just wanted to tell my story- Thank you for listening!
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