Funeral for a shrew

This little fellow met his untimely demise sometime in the wee hours of the night at the hands (paws?) of our cat, Pokey.  Lilly was distraught and felt he needed a proper burial.

Lilly, "Is the shrew in heaven?"
Me, "Yes, he's with his mommy and daddy shrew."
Lilly, "Will they find him?"
Me,  "Yes, they're having a nice get together right now."
Lilly, "Good!  I don't want him to be lonely."

We then buried him in a nice deep hole next to the compost pile.  Lilly was worried that snow would cover the grave then decided that the snow would make a good blanket.

Rest in peace, little shrew.