Thank you so very much my friends

I'm touched.
When I got home Saturday, i found little Gruntz stretched out in his cage, but peaceful. It was difficult, but it really hammered home that it was time for him to go. Gone was the little guy that I literally used as a hot water bottle when there was a problem with the heating of my first apartment...in december. My wife couldn't bring herself to touch him just because of this fact. He probably went in the evening on Friday.
She did prepare a shoebox for him lined with the towel that had been used to dry him off after bathes over the last 7 years. She also put in a little fluffy toy spider and a little bag of lavender that came with a purse that she bought. It was one of the last things that he felt like stealing before he became too sick. She had the forethought enough to water the area in the backyard where we were going to rest him. It hasn't rained much here in over a month and would have been a nightmare to get him very deep.
I was able to get him about 2' down and level, covered him with dirt, a flat piece of sandstone as a marker, and piece of drift wood that we are going to plant a crawling vine on next spring. It's a nice spot.
You have to understand that my wife and I are closet believers in the supernatural, but the "funniest" thing happened the night Gruntz passed away. Gruntz hated closed doors for some reason. If he found a closed and latched door, he would scratch on the carpet until it was opened. If you were using the bathroom did not latch the door, he would push it open about a foot, blink at you a couple times, then continue on. He had a very "open door policy" with his home.
That evening around 9 pm or so (when we are guessing he might have gone), we were sitting on the couch watching TV when the dog turned and let out a low growl as he trotted over to the door(he always looks out the door and growls at the neighbors across the street). My wife happens to turn around and utters "Oh $h|t! The door is wide open!" My dog was standing in the doorway wagging his tail looking outside. Was it probably the wind and a poorly latched door? Of course. But maybe, just maybe, it was Gruntz' last hurrah as he left us for bigger and better things
Thanks so much again, guys. He's at peace, my wife is at peace, and I am at peace.