When I got out to Wilderstead, I got out my tool wagon and put Mordred in it, along with a shovel and a spade. Then it was down to the ford and up onto the trail on the other side. The holler was beautiful today with a late winter sun shining down.
Crossing over
The ford on the Pishon
Once there, I dug a nice, deep hole and laid Mordred in his pillow case in the grave. Then I filled in the grave, tamping it all down as I went. Finally, it took three trips to the creek for stones to make a cairn for him. Mordred is now as tenderly taken care of as any of our pets.
The Hallows
Mordred's is the new cairn on the left next to Sassafras;
Fuji and Cuthbert are behind.
Tiring as it was, I was glad to help out Anna today. She was so distressed last night. I think she felt helpless as well as grief-stricken, and Brian couldn't drop everything to be there. Now, I've got to rest a bit before the evening avalanche of meetings begins.