Louie's Grave

I don't want anyone to be sad reading the following. It was a beautiful sunshiny day.
We laid Louie to rest by the lake. He was curled up as if asleep. I put sand beneath his paws from one of our beach trips. We put gerber daisies and dogwood clippings around him from home. Said our good byes.
As the last shovel full of dirt was placed over the grave, a strong breeze came off the water. The spirit wind coming to take Louie home. I now know what "rest in peace" really means.
We placed a large rock over the grave. We discussed finding a rock that screams Louie. (Poor Steve has no idea what he's agreed to...we are going to Hot Springs in July. I think Louie needs a crystal encrusted mammoth rock. Biblical proportion.)
Until we meet again.