Where To Bury A Dog

There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave.

Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorful bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.

For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is un-rebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives.

But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all. If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

By Ben Hur Lampman
from the Portland Oregonian
September 11, 1925

This is one place that no one can disturb. Its yours forever and no one can take it away. Everyone stays warm in your heart and when you are in distress, they radiate their love to you & it warms you back.

That was beautiful and yes mine are burried in my heart forever

I wish I had property to bury mine on. I do have their ashes in the bottom of my china closet and still have not figured out what to do with them.

Greys4us that was very beautiful, thankyou.

We have a place that cremates our pets that have died and place their ashes in a nice wooden box with a gold nameplate. Very nice. So, if you move, you can take your lost pets with you.

Ours put them in metal containers with Rainbow Bridge on them

I haven't lost a dog, but, My Toby is in a beautiful kitty ure on my fireplace mantel, so he is always with me and told to him every day.

Phawn, Shadow & Penny are in my dining room in the china closet and a picture and poem of The Rainbow Bridge is on their containers

Ours are on our mantle above our fire place.

Don't have a mantle