Thursday, October 13, 2005

Ashes

For over a week I put-off heading to the vet's to pick up Barney's ashes. I figured I'd be walking out sobbing over a cat-sized, cat-weighted box in my hands. Wasn't ready for that. I'd almost wished I hadn't opted for his ashes back -- maybe it would have been easier if he was just gone. But dammit, I paid a ton for it and the cheapskate that I am I wasn't going to let good money sit on the back shelf in some office. I needed a ride after work anyway so I threw on the backpack and headed to the vet's on the way out. If I was a wreck I'd just pick him/it/them up and head home.

That's IT? She handed me a small white box about 3" wide, 3" deep and an inch and a half tall. Big enough to fit a superball, but lighter in weight. Huh. I hadn't expected a curiosity.

So, we went for a ride, Barney and I. He finally got to see the urban greenway and lakes near home from the back of my shoulders.

- TOB

3 comments:

senioritis said...

Barney was a lucky cat, to be so loved.

gwadzilla said...

did you spread your cat's ashes
or
did you put them on the mantle

my first comment about your cat wanting some love...
I did not realize that this cat had passed

the old bag said...

drawn to indoor cozy spots
since he came to me
he remains
close by
warm
.