Here's to Sweetie

Barney carcked it a year ago, he was just gorgeous. Maltese and 14 years old.
We had bought him as a puppy for my brother who was very ill and wanted a lap dog.
(Something weird is happening, my cat is trying to hump my knitting bag,  I'm not joking, I might wake up tomorrow with mittens)
Back to main story, we had the best send off for him.
Unfortunately the vet managed to miss spell his name on the ashes box (Barnie???)
We had a very touching funeral.
We all trouped down to the front garden (that's where he barked at everyone from dawn til dusk) to the tune of the funereal march, beautifully whistled by Wheats. The boys all gave a speech about him, I played Auld Lang Sine on my harmonica and we then put his ashes in the shrubs.
Maybe the barbecue after was a bit tacky (he was cremated) but mum loved it so much, she said she wanted the same.
I did suggest we didn't have a shrub big enough.
 Here's to Sweetie.