As we made our way out we were greeted by the cemetery’s groundskeeper. Long moments were lost in somber thought before the sun rose higher, reminding us it was time to leave. It was humbling in the extreme, and as a quiet wind lifted the chimes in chorus the spirit and solemnity of the place moved me to tears. I found myself overwhelmed by the love displayed and was wordless to describe its power and emotion. White Kitty, Flopster and Mopster, the Reno Rabbits.Īlong every path was a gazebo with a full and fresh bottle of water set atop an overturned dish. Many were surrounded by mementos: dog tags, pictures, pebbles, messages of love and remembrance. Simple markers, carved plaques, personalized urns, wind chime trees bearing names and messages of a favorite cat or beloved dog. On the morning we departed the desert to return home we decided to make one last drive through Angels Canyon and Best Friends, stopping at Angels Rest for a few minutes of quiet contemplation.Īs dawn broke sideways across the cemetery’s ornately carved main gate, we silently entered and slowly, reverently walked our way along paths where hundreds of memorials mark the final resting places of dearly departed pets. Everything I do write about it, however, is true. Entrace to Angels Rest No matter what I write about Angels Rest, it will sound clichéd.
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