Burial

At my friend's place he showed me a gravesite where two dogs had been buried, a cross with names and a collar marking the spot. "No, three," my friend said, pulling aside branches near the base of the cross. He'd just put his own cat to death, nineteen years old. (Modesty prevents me from telling you how.) His daughter gave him another one but the cougar got it. "At least, that's what I think happened," he said.
Max, Mex, and Mux were the dogs' names.