Poor Little Prince


“Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

PET SEMATARY, from Paramount Pictures.

103 years before Stephen King’s book about a Pet Sematary created in the town of Ludlow, Maine was printed there was an honest to goodness Pet Cemetery in England.

The Hyde Park pet cemetery (originally the London Hyde Park Dog Cemetery and advertised as The Secret Pet Cemetery of Hyde Park)  was established sometime in 1880 and was the final resting place for two cats, three monkeys and a number of birds. Topper, a fox terrier belonging to the park’s Metropolitan Police station was also buried in the cemetery. William Petre, 13th Baron Petre sent a dog for burial at the park and promised to attend the ceremony but died overnight, allegedly of grief for his animal.

However the majority of the deceased buried at the Hyde Park Cemetery are dogs.

471 headstones are known in the cemetery and many are marked with burial dates of these beloved pets.  Only five headstones are marked with dates in the 1880s, 255 with the 1890s, 70 with the 1900s and only 23 with later dates. The 1976 burial was the only one carried out after the 1950s- I wonder if it was a cat and if it’s name was Church ( who in King’s book was named after Winston Churchill so it’s possible- slow wink -being that this burial took place in England.)

I learned that pet  cemeteries at this time were considered a  German custom and that eventually they fell out of fashion.  From what I understand there is now a drive to bury pets along side their owners now- which in my opinion is long over due. I don’t care about tradition or decorum.

The sad fact is life goes on and a lot of people stop visiting their loved one’s graves as the years go on ( and there is NOTHING wrong with that ) so why not save a space for a pet?

It only seems right and in a way, oddly comforting to have this reunion in death.

Now let’s step back into the world of the living.

Enclosed at the end of this post are some photos from the Hyde Park cemetery- a quiet little memorial park that is no longer open to the public except for the occasional tour and I have to wonder  if I would ever take that tour and if I did would this passage from Pet Semetary pop into my head as I walked among the graves of our most cherished companions.

It probably would, because if I can creep myself out at a cemetery I always do- I think it’s fun.

“Don’t go beyond, no matter how much you feel you need to, Doctor. The barrier was not made to be broken. Remember this: there is more power here than you know. It is old and always restless. Remember.”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

Woman walking her dogs, Hyde Park Pet Cemetery.



Happy International Dog Day!

Happy International Dog Day Everybody!

I hope you are all as lucky as me- I’ve had exceptional dogs my entire life and they’ve all made my life a little more wonderful then I deserved.

Now I am truly blessed with the a companion who manages to make the world brighter even when the Sun is not out and I am in the midst of a very dark day.

So today, August 26, 2022 is your day my sweet gille beag.

I hope you know that you are the goodest boy EVER Hamish Macbeth and in our world everyday is your day- no matter what the cats say.

Hamish Macbeth
Photo By A.M. Moscoso

Hamish Macbeth
Photo By A.M. Moscoso

Hamish Macbeth
Photo By A.M. Moscoso

Take It To Cerbie’s Mom


Gertrude Abercrombie

I love to watch a couple of animal rescue shows on FB – one is called ” Bondi Vet ” and the other is ” The Vet On The Hill

If you ask me those two shows and  “The Dodo ” are the best things on Facebook.

I’m hooked and I check for new episodes every morning on my train ride to work in the morning.

But I have this thing. I have learned that if I see the crying face emoji above the comment section to skip the episode because the animal probably died so to coin a phrase, when I see the crying emoji  I ‘scroll on ‘.

This is one situation where I refuse to be encumbered by reality- for that little bit of time every single animal I see lives.

It’s not like I can’t face losing a pet.

One of my dogs suffered from a bad heart and I cared for her delicate condition round the clock for the last three years of her life  and my other dog Cerbie  had a condition where her stomach twisted and I had to let her go and a few years before that I had my cat Wolfgang who died in my arms at the age of 18.

With my Cerbie – We didn’t say good-bye.  I told her I  love her. Those were the last words she heard- September 17, 2012 Lynnwood, WA

For some odd reason, whenever an animal- a pigeon, a wild rabbit even crows are injured behind my warehouse ( some are hit by cars, or they get hurt getting away from the trains or they get hurt by people because some people are cruel to animals and I hope they choke on their own tongues one day  )  people box them up and bring them to me.

Not to bury, but to do something for them. And as an FYI they know I was a Mortician so there is that. I mean. I can’t wrap my head around that. But on with the story-

First off, the animal I see are considered pests so Wildlife rescues are no help and secondly all of them are at death’s door. They’re just waiting for the door to swing open so they can move on.

So what do I do?

I keep them somewhere warm and safe until it’s their time to go.

Once I thought this pigeon was going to make it. I took care of him for three days. But one morning I came in and he was gone.

I am no Bondi Vet. I’m a warehouse worker who used to be a mortician. All of the animals that people bring to me to take care of ( I’d say there are five or six a year ) are going to die.


I like to watch those shows because the animals live- it’s as simple as that and when I have to face reality of hurt animals who are not longed for this world I will. But as far as I’m concerned, there is no rush. I’ll pay attention when I have to- and not a second sooner.

Cerberus- my little girl- Photo A.M. Moscoso