The evening that Killer left our home was dismal indeed.  He lay still,
      cradled in my arms.  There was neither whine nor whimper from him, 
      when suddenly he looked up at me and made a futile effort to lick my
      wrist.  I looked into his pain filled eyes, told him not to be afraid and that
      we loved him.  I closed his eyes, and he was gone from us. 

          My husband rose from his chair to caress our little guy.  He then
     left the room for his workshop.  With hammer, nails, foam rubber, satin
     lining and lots of tears, he carefully built Killer's final resting place.  When
     he was satisfied it was the best he could do, he inserted the bolt for the
     lock compartment as a final act and returned to the house.

          I had not been idle.  Killer was not going to go into the earth until he
     was ready.  I bathed, blow dried, powdered and brushed him until he was
     as handsome in death as he had been in life.  We then gathered his favorite
     toy, laid his brown velvet blanket over him to keep him warm, and placed him
     in the ground while his daughter, Amanda (Mandy) sat lost in memories, and
     staring at something we mortals were not privileged to see.  There is one
     thing that we did see as the earth covered Killer.  It was the brightest rainbow
     I had ever seen, and I knew Killer waited for us at Rainbow Bridge.