Condolences, asdf.
I lost my loveable, big, orange, 17-pound, goofy, buckethead, doofus of a cat in April. He had feline lymphoma and fought it for a couple months, but in the end I had to take him on that inevitable and most difficult trip to the Doc.
We rescued him and his siblings 13 years ago this month, beside a creek in a state forest, on a hand cut stone fireplace built by the CCC 70+ years ago. In the past 13 years, they removed those fireplaces due to vandalism and deterioration.
I went to the forest to find something to mark his grave, maybe a nice rock from the creek.
What I found in the creek was two pieces of the cut stone from the fireplace, where they had been for years, waiting.