Nighttime is hit or miss

[athenaworth]

It's easy to forget that Dude's gone when it's nighttime. Usually he's off sleeping somewhere. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks: he's not here anymore. He's in the little suede box that we got from the crematorium. My big ball of fluff was shrunk down into that little tiny box. That little critter that filled such a big spot in my heart

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[athenaworth]

They are weird! I have to stop myself from going really morose and thinking about how the ashes got there. And yeah, I do talk to them. In a way it does help. Although the case they gave us is ugly as Hell. He deserves something so much flashier.

We went searching through the house for bits of his fur last night to stuff in his box. It was sorta gross, but I'll be happy I did it later.

I'm thinking of Kiki too. Poor neurotic kitties.