Last harbor

I once saw something sad in a city park (see the signs?)

Actually, why sad when it's a part of life?

Here in the park, people have found a place to bury their pets. And where they come from time to time to think of them, to honor them, to take care of their graves as they took care of them in life.

I don't know if it's legal, I don't know if they got permission from the municipality and stuff, but they certainly found comfort and satisfaction with it.
Where else could you bury your pet if you lived in the human concrete honeycomb of the city?

When I was little and my grandparents in the village had dogs and cats that were imaginary property of me or my brother, we never really found out where our grandfather buried them when they died. I think it was at the far end of the backyard.

On the other hand, we had a neighbor who lived in the capital and her city guinea pigs found their last home underground in their village garden, but not just like that, but in real graves with crosses made of wood, surrounded by pebbles to mark where precisely the animals were placed in cardboard boxes and covered with earth.

Who was happier and more satisfied then? I can not remember. But it was most likely her.

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	Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you.