In my post about the Green Cathedral, I forgot to mention the guardians at the entrance. I said hello to those faithful guards the other morning and happened to have a camera in my pocket, so I figured take a picture and tell you about them.I consider this little grove of trees to be the entryway to the Green Cathedral. Straight ahead, down an incline, is the cathedral.I walk directly past this tree to get to the cathedral. There are four dogs buried around it, none of which are mine, although I loved a couple of them as though they were mine: Titan, a Great Dane; Diesel, a chihuahua that belonged to a friend of the family; Hawkeye, a dog loved by everyone. He was my son-in-law's dog... sort of a collie type Heinz 57; and Radar, who also lived with our daughter's family.
I was walking in the dark this morning; when I arrived at this tree, I told the dogs I hoped they were watching over me, so I wouldn't stumble onto a skunk or something. Then I smiled as I thought of Titan, who was such a clown that he would have gone right up to a skunk trying to play with him and gotten sprayed; I know this because it happened once.
I didn't even really know little Diesel well, but whether anyone else thinks about these dogs daily or not, I do, because I walk past their graves, and I thank God for our beloved dogs. There's another place where a couple of our dogs were buried, but it is only marked by a tree stump. And Sadie, my Frisbee dog, is buried right in the backyard; I dug her grave alone, crying as I did so.