A burial: Hooligan

Hooligan passed away earlier this year: he had a full life and was an amazing and adoring Grey hound. When his first love came for a short visit from Australia, we thought it an appropriate time to bury his ashes next to that of Deedle. (Not the greatest of friends in life! - Both alpha males).
I always wondered about the ashes - was it really that of the deceased ? . . . well, in this case it was. As a youngster Hooligan jumped off a pavilion and fractured both of his front legs. We found the remnants of the scorched titanium plates and screws amongst the ashes . .
(Those days it cost a whole year end bonus!)