When the vet called a couple of days ago to let me know that Miss Kitty's ashes were ready I didn't want to hear it. Sometimes I get up excited to see her in the morning, only to realize that she's gone. No more helping her or loving on her. My husband went to get her. I wanted to leave her there for a few more days so I could just be alone with my silent denial. This is the bag that he brought home. I like that the bag says Kitty Coon. Never thought about her having our last name. Of course you've heard about the rainbow bridge.
This was inside. A nice little poem.... I don't want to think about it. I don't like the box. It doesn't suit Miss Kitty at all. I do like the little gold metal. I wonder if I can put it on a more fitting box.
I don't know where to put her, but as Eric says, she's not in there anyway. She's with God. I know he only gives us people and pets for a short time(and I had Miss Kitty more than most), but God I wanted more time with her.