We've buried two cats in our backyard over the past couple of years -- Oscar Junior, a stray cat we'd grown mightily fond of, and our beloved Zhenya. (Read more about them here and here.)
Over the weekend, I discovered that there's at least one more family pet at eternal rest in our garden.
While doing some yard work, I noticed a small wooden sign stuck in the middle of a cinder block. I'd seen the sign before but had never noticed its faded writing. I think I must have assumed it was some sort of garden marker and hadn't paid it much attention.
On closer inspection, I discovered that the sign reads:
R.I.P.
Nibble Richards
2000-2003
It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that the dearly departed was likely a hamster or a gerbil and that Richards was the family name of our house's previous occupant.
What a fantastic name for a hamster.
Rest in peace, little guy.
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