A strange thing happened when we went to the cemetery. My loved one wasn’t even buried there, but I found comfort.
I don’t go to cemeteries to visit any lost loved ones, so I was surprised at the comfort that poured over me.I should explain, this wasn’t your average, every day cemetery. It was a pet cemetery.

You see, we went there to pick up the remains of our beloved Max (it chokes me up typing out those words). It had been a week since we said goodbye, and we had been having trouble getting to the cemetery. It was 40 miles away, and the first weekend after his passing was forecast to be raining ice. We couldn’t get there. The following weekend was forecast to be snowy, so time off of work was necessary to get there in between wintery weather weekends, on a Thursday.
After a series of mishaps where we almost didn’t make it that Thursday, we had a frigid but sunny day for our drive to pick up Max. At first, I thought it was a people cemetery because there were headstones for as far as the eye could see. Come to find out, the pet cemetery has been there since 1929.As soon as we pulled into the drive, a sense of calm poured over me. The lengths people went to bury those beautiful beings in such a lovely place, made me know they were deeply, deeply loved. Not only that, but I no longer felt alone. Millions have experienced this type of grief over the years. I felt among kindred spirits.
A memorial for the war dogs of WWII was dedicated there (photo above). I later learned that the person who dedicated the memorial was my dad’s old boss (Dad is retired and his boss is no longer with us).
One curious thing I’d like to mention. You may not be into things of the supernatural, so you can skip this paragraph if you’d like. After snapping the photo above and viewing it in my computer, I noticed something that looked like a reflection in the distance (bottom right of a tree). Upon further examination, when I zoomed in, I noticed a large glowing ball and a smaller one behind it. The larger one does not appear to have anything to reflect off of, because it’s in the shade under a tree where the sun isn’t shining. 🤷♀️

All I’m saying is, I don’t know what it is. Instead of a UFO, it’s a UGB . . . an Unidentified Glowing Ball.
Our wonderful pets can’t speak a word, do chores, or nurse us when we’re sick, yet they leave a powerful positive impact on our lives. Love and devotion needs no words. It’s shown through their lives here on earth. They really are gifts to humanity.
I like to think that all of our loved ones and past pets are just waiting for us to join them.
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I thinks so too, Geri. Thank you for reading about it. Have a nice Memorial Day weekend.
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You have a good weekend also.
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Heartfelt condolences. A dog really is a gift. All those lovely souls. I think it’s a very great tribute that dog owners never forget their dogs: you dream about them for the rest of your life and remember them forever.
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Thank you for the very kind and supportive words, DS. I loved that quote you shared on your page. Would you mind if I used it for a blog post? I’m not sure if it will fit with my next subject, but it might work. It also reminded me very much of a quote I posted back in 2018.
https://loreezlane.wordpress.com/2018/09/14/where-good-and-evil-cross/
Yes, dogs are truly a gift to humanity. And you’re right, the tribute, and never-ending love we always feel for them, even when they’re gone, is a testament to the impact they make.
Thank you again.
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Of course Lori feel free to use it. Thank you too to you for reminding me I have to get a dog, despite the heartache that comes when they leave…
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Hi DS. I didn’t get my first dog until I was 35 years old. I was grieving the loss of my fertility at that time, and he surely helped me to use my natural instinct to nurture. I’ve had two dogs now, but I also fostered two dogs to find them forever homes. These beautiful 4-leggeds actually taught me I had a knack for saving and training dogs that I didn’t even consider before struggling with infertility. I wasn’t even really into dogs before the first one. I was a cat person before then, but dogs converted me.
Anyway, that’s just a little insight about why dogs changed my life. Not that you asked. 😉
Thank you for linking to my blog in your post. 🌷
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The lovely thing about nurturing and looking after a dog is that they are the genuine gift that goes on giving – the adoration and loyalty you get back is magical. I think some people do have a better than knack with them than others, though: I’ve seen people who can’t engage with dogs at all. I think it’s beautiful and inspirational that dogs changed your life x
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You’re so right about a dog’s genuine gift that keeps on giving. I can even feel it after they’re gone, but it’s harder not to be able to see and touch them. Once children grow up, even though they may still be in their parents lives, their gratitude pretty much disappears. My bro’s kids are teens now, and they really could care less about their family these days.
Yep, dogs. 👍
Thank you for your kind words. 💗
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Oh, and good luck with the endeavor of getting a dog, if you so choose, when you’re ready.
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A beautiful tribute to all those beloved dogs.
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Thank you for reading about these gifts to humanity.
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Lori, in the midst of your sorrow and loss of Max you found some solace in this pet cemetery. It seems better looked after than many in the UK, and the sense of tranquillity is palpable from your photos and description. What a special place for loved ones to visit, find comfort. I feel for you and your sadness about Max – warmest hugs. xx btw. the UGB is surreal and something I’ve experienced once with a photo I’ve taken. Very eerie.
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Thank you for your kinds of support words, Annika.
That UGB surprised me after I put the photo in my computer. I didn’t see it on my phone. Interesting to learn that it has happened to you as well.
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A beautiful tribute to all those beloved dogs.
Rest In Peace, Max.
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Thank you, Lynette.
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I have always found cemeteries to be more comforting and peaceful than creepy. So much history and love on display. I love the idea of a pet cemetery, I don’t believe I’ve ever visited one before. Thank you for sharing.
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Yes, it’s a more positive way to think of cemeteries, and I felt that while there. That pet cemetery has been there for 91 years, so no wonder it was so huge.
Thank you for reading, Joy.
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Beautifully written. The glowing ball … Max smiling at you as you picked up his earthly remains.
I believe in Unidentified Happenings as a sign from those who left us to soon.
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I could feel so many at peace souls at that cemetery. I could feel how much they were loved. Who knows if that was a soul shining bright in my pic, but it’s a beautiful thought that it could’ve been Max.
Thank you, Linda. 💗
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It takes time. They won’t be forgotten though.
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Nope, never forgotten. They’ve left tattoos on my heart. Thanks, Anneli.
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Hugs. When I lost Hazel, the vet game me a clay heart with her paw print, name and a little heart outline. I’m not really into keepsakes but I found a lot of solace in it and it’s still sitting on my desk. Sometimes we find peace where we least expect it.
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Oh yes, those paw prints are nice to have. I’m glad that yours gave you some solace. I have one for each of my boys, Piezon & Max.
Thank you for sharing, Kate.
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