This is why I can't bury them anymore. my childhood home will likely be sold and moved out of in the next year or 2, ending 2 generations of our family living there. 3 of my childhood pets are there, and I'm not about to be the freak who gets them back.

Its hard, to look at the boxes with their ashes. There have been too many taken too closely and too soon, too tragically, but they can always come with me. They're always home.

[–] Phoonzang@lemmy.world 4 points 3 days ago

I feel that. My dad sold my childhood home after my mother's passing and moved out a few years ago. I had not lived there for 25 years or so, but three of my cats were buried in the yard because I lived in rentals during that time. The last walkthrough through the house was of course emotional, but strolling through the yard past the trees where I put the little furballs to rest really hit me.