My rooster died yesterday. I wanted to post about it, but that is so depressing. Who wants to read a post about someone's dead pet? Then I would be even more sad because no one cared. So here is my idea: We make a virtual cemetary, a place to remember an honor pets who are no longer with us. Post pics, stories, or just names and why you miss them. Doesn't matter how long they have been gone, if you miss them, post them. My beloved Blue Laced Red Wyandotte rooster, Crimson, hatched the last day of February, 2009, died on June 16th, 2010, after losing his voice the previous week. Although he seemed otherwise healthy, he is gone now and he will be missed. He was the best rooster I ever had. He was never agressive with the family, always watchful and generous with his hens, beautiful, and confident. Goodbye my friend. I only hope I have the good fortune to get another like you out of my 5 new chicks. Goodbye Cinnamon, Jersey steer, Who lived 11 years. My darling steer, rescued from certain death at a dairy came to me, still damp when I was only 12 years old. I bottle raised him, and will never forget the day I sat with him for hours because he was afraid of the thunderstorm, or how he would sneak up behind you and lick you. I miss you. Goodbye Panda, my Kitty, who was rescued from drowning by my cousin. He lived to be ten and was the strangest cat I have ever known. He would walk on a leash and loved to go camping. He backed down cat killing dogs with ease, even when he weighed less than a single pound. He is irreplacable. Goodbye to Nazul, the first pet I ever had on my own. I adopted him as a tiny kitten the last week I lived in the SOU dorms. A feral kitten, he was less than generous with his affection, but he always made sure I knew he loved me. He respected my rules and though he was a fierce hunter, I could trust him alone with orphaned birds I was caring for because he wouln't hurt them if he knew I cared about them. At six years old, he was hit by a car and left in the ditch outside my house. It is excruciatingly painful thinking of how I had to leave his grave behind when our lease expired and we were forced to move. So many others have passed, but it is these who have left the biggest hole in the last few years. My room mate told me that I have seen so much death because I constantly surround myself with life. I suppose it is true. And as bad as it hurts to loose my dear pets, it is better to have loved and lost. I am glad to have known each of them.