NOTE: If viewing pet cemetery backpacks and the contents of pet cemetery backpacks brings you feelings of discomfort you don’t want to deal with at this time, stop reading now. Do not look at the photos contained within this post. Do not visit the Boulder City Pet Cemetery. Do not, under any circumstances, poke around unattended luggage of any kind. Cheers!
Saturday, June 6th, 2015.
Paul and I drove out to the off grid pet cemetery near Boulder City, NV. I made a beeline for the last known location of the mysterious, exhumed-but-still-zipped-up L.L.Bean backpack. There it was! But now it was unzipped…and empty?!?
The blanket and garbage bag bundle had been dragged and torn. Who had been wrapped up in there? The first clue presented as tufts of tan fur scattered around the parcel, the second an almost mummified scapula sitting on top of it.
Paul wandered off into the depths of the graveyard while I scanned the desert floor for signs of critter activity. A few minutes later he returned and commented on how bad it smelled downwind from where I stood. Assuming it wasn’t me, I asked him where he noticed it. We didn’t have to walk far before our little friend made himself/herself quite obvious.
(FINAL WARNING, GUYS!)
I wonder if this puppy’s humans ever come back to visit. I wonder what will remain of him/her when and if they do. I wonder what they’ll see and make of the fact that their little buddy is still riding the wheel of fortune, the circle of life, even in death.