We gathered yesterday to drink a champagne toast to Harvey, in gratitude for the love and happiness he brought into our lives for the nearly 15 years he was part of our family. Of course he'll always be part of our family but you know what I mean.
We recalled his penchant for knickers, his tendency to walk into doors, and the elbow nudging when he thought you should be tickling his head instead of typing/eating/drinking/doing anything else.
We're laughing a lot in the photo because a) they're happy memories; and b) the camera was set on auto and balanced precariously on top of the champagne bottle on top of Harvey's casket. We like to think he would have approved.
Then Husband buried the casket just next to the ramp we built specially for Harvey, and we all laid stones on it.
P.S. The title of the post is from a Douglas Adams book called So long and thanks for all the fish.