52 F here this morning with a nice light breeze.
My new neighbor called me last night (Tue) about 5 PM. He was a mess, could hardly talk. He had just made an appointment at the vet to have his beloved boxer pup put down. He's had that dog since a puppy and realizes he has to do the humane thing. The dog cannot lift its hindquarters due to degenerative spine disease. He was calling to ask me if I could come over with my backhoe and dig a grave. I told him I'd be happy to do it, but I was having a surgery to put in a port this morning (Wed). Tomorrow, I get my first chemo treatment and Friday, the day after chemo, I might feel a bit too weak. I suggested that he and his wife decide on an ideal spot and I'd come do the gravesite ahead of time.
So, at 6 PM last night, I went over with my backhoe and dug him a nice 4' x 6' x 5' deep grave near a big oak tree in the shade where they can put a gravestone in view from their new deck.
It's obvious he loves that dog dearly, and this is terribly hard for him to do. I was glad I could help. Pets give us so much that anything I can do to help the dog pass peacefully is what I want to do.