I had banking to do yesterday (mortgage payment was due) and I had to get to Wal-Mart. Before I'd taken the shower, the phone rang. It was my vet's office, Annie's ashes were in.
After the shower, I put on my Annie teeshirt in her memory (you can see it over at lvdesigns, it has her little nose almost on the camera lens) and picked her up on the way to the bank. I was okay until I walked out to the car, then I started crying. She was so little, the box so light.
I do hope I see her again.
When I got home, the first thing I did was take the box in to Ciara. I told her what it was. She sniffed it, then looked at me and gave me a little “meow”, then went back to sleep.
This morning, Ciara came into bed with us where she got about twenty minutes solid of attention from both of us. She purred and rolled over for belly rubs, then took a nap. When I was in the kitchen getting Brian’s lunch ready and he was in the family room eating his breakfast of toast and fried eggs, she came in and sat on the counter. I told her that daddy had eggs, which she’s always enjoyed. I took out a little plate to him and he cut up a good portion of the yolk and gave it to her. It took her a little while, but she polished it off. Then she went into the bathroom for some water, I cleaned out the crock and filled it with fresh water, she drank, then came back and climbed up into the catcam chair, where she’s sleeping soundly right now.
All the kitties are back with us. The circle is once again complete.