Shmogg's ashes

The RSPCA did a lovely job. This afternoon I picked up a small blue box from
the vet, tastefully decorated, and properly sealed.

Shmogg is home for good, now, even though I'm not sure exactly where his
ashes will be stored permanantly.

We thought perhaps we should store them on top of the fridge . As things
have a habit of falling off the top of the fridge when you open it, it would
be fitting of Shmogg to occasionally donk us on the head when we are
foraging for food. It just seems right (and out of the way of the curious
Yowlet).

Still, I'm surprised at the weight of the box. Didn't expect spit and
vinegar (and b*st*rd c*t tricks) would weigh that much, considering thats
pretty much all he was made of, at the end.

Yowie
--
If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many
pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones.

Yowie wrote:
Still, I'm surprised at the weight of the box. Didn't expect spit and
vinegar (and b*st*rd c*t tricks) would weigh that much, considering thats
pretty much all he was made of, at the end.

{{{Yowie}}}

I remember that feeling when I picked up Frank's ashes from the vet.
They are on the island now, along with Nikki's, and I have a little of
Frank's ashes in a small container around my neck.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.

On 20 Nov., 12:53, "Yowie" wrote:
The RSPCA did a lovely job. This afternoon I picked up a small blue box from
the vet, tastefully decorated, and properly sealed.

Shmogg is home for good, now, even though I'm not sure exactly where his
ashes will be stored permanantly.

We thought perhaps we should store them on top of the fridge . As things
have a habit of falling off the top of the fridge when you open it, it would
be fitting of Shmogg to occasionally donk us on the head when we are
foraging for food. It just seems right (and out of the way of the curious
Yowlet).

Still, I'm surprised at the weight of the box. Didn't expect spit and
vinegar (and b*st*rd c*t tricks) would weigh that much, considering thats
pretty much all he was made of, at the end.

Yowie
--
If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many
pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones.

{{{Yowie}}}
So sad a year.

"Yowie" wrote in message
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The RSPCA did a lovely job. This afternoon I picked up a small blue box
from the vet, tastefully decorated, and properly sealed.

Shmogg is home for good, now, even though I'm not sure exactly where his
ashes will be stored permanantly.

We thought perhaps we should store them on top of the fridge . As things
have a habit of falling off the top of the fridge when you open it, it
would be fitting of Shmogg to occasionally donk us on the head when we are
foraging for food. It just seems right (and out of the way of the curious
Yowlet).

Still, I'm surprised at the weight of the box. Didn't expect spit and
vinegar (and b*st*rd c*t tricks) would weigh that much, considering thats
pretty much all he was made of, at the end.

Yowie



I remember the feeling when I received little Mimi's ashes. It was
horrible, but I had been pretty numb, up to that point. The process of
losing her had happened so quickly and unexpectedly, I still didn't know
what hit me. That opened the floodgates, and I broke down right there in
the vet's office.

On Tue, 20 Nov 2007 22:53:56 +1100, Yowie wrote:

The RSPCA did a lovely job. This afternoon I picked up a small blue box
from the vet, tastefully decorated, and properly sealed.

Shmogg is home for good, now, even though I'm not sure exactly where his
ashes will be stored permanantly.

We thought perhaps we should store them on top of the fridge . As things
have a habit of falling off the top of the fridge when you open it, it
would be fitting of Shmogg to occasionally donk us on the head when we are
foraging for food. It just seems right (and out of the way of the curious
Yowlet).

Still, I'm surprised at the weight of the box. Didn't expect spit and
vinegar (and b*st*rd c*t tricks) would weigh that much, considering thats
pretty much all he was made of, at the end.

Yowie


I kept Princess's ashes on my dresser for five years. Then I decided to
bury them close to my back door and I planted a dwarf
spruce tree there. When ever I go out the back door I see the tree and
think of her. MLB

Kreisleriana drtmuiratearthlink.net wrote:

I remember the feeling when I received little Mimi's ashes. It was
horrible, but I had been pretty numb, up to that point. The process of
losing her had happened so quickly and unexpectedly, I still didn't know
what hit me. That opened the floodgates, and I broke down right there in
the vet's office.

Something I'm sure the vet's office sees plenty of!

I have yet to have this particular experience (of getting ashes), but
I've certainly lost beloved pets, so I know what that feels like.

Yowie, I hope that you find the ideal spot for Shmogg to hang out in
your house. The top of the fridge does sound like an ideal cat spot. Was
that a place he liked to sit?

Purrs,
Joyce

"Yowie" wrote in message
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The RSPCA did a lovely job. This afternoon I picked up a small blue box
from the vet, tastefully decorated, and properly sealed.

Shmogg is home for good, now, even though I'm not sure exactly where his
ashes will be stored permanantly.


Did it shock you once again for the loss? It always did for me. There was
a time when I could not bury my beloveds in the garden which they loved,
there was no-one to do it for me at the time and I was too poorly to do if
myself so I chose cremation.
Getting the ashes back is hard.
I have three, waiting, in their wooden boxes in my wardrobe. Do I bury the
boxes or what? Should I sprinkle the ashes somewhere that they loved and
then get rid of the box?
I don't know any more than you do, Vicky.
But I understand.

Tweed

On Tue, 20 Nov 2007 21:20:47 +0000, Christina Websell wrote:


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Did it shock you once again for the loss? It always did for me. There
was a time when I could not bury my beloveds in the garden which they
loved, there was no-one to do it for me at the time and I was too poorly
to do if myself so I chose cremation.
Getting the ashes back is hard.
I have three, waiting, in their wooden boxes in my wardrobe. Do I bury
the boxes or what? Should I sprinkle the ashes somewhere that they loved
and then get rid of the box?
I don't know any more than you do, Vicky. But I understand.

Tweed


When I buried Princess's ashes, I shook them out of the container so they
could become part of the earth. I then covered them with more of the
earth before planting the little spruce. The lovely urn that they were in
is still on my dresser. Inside of the urn is a copy of the poem Rainbow
Bridge. MLB

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"Yowie" wrote in message
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The RSPCA did a lovely job. This afternoon I picked up a small blue box
from the vet, tastefully decorated, and properly sealed.

Shmogg is home for good, now, even though I'm not sure exactly where his
ashes will be stored permanantly.


Did it shock you once again for the loss? It always did for me. There
was a time when I could not bury my beloveds in the garden which they
loved, there was no-one to do it for me at the time and I was too poorly
to do if myself so I chose cremation.
Getting the ashes back is hard.
I have three, waiting, in their wooden boxes in my wardrobe. Do I bury
the boxes or what? Should I sprinkle the ashes somewhere that they loved
and then get rid of the box?
I don't know any more than you do, Vicky.
But I understand.

Tweed




I have three small boxes in my wardrobe as well. They are in a spot I only
see occasionally, so it isn't a constant reminder. But enough time has
passed it is a comfort. My kids know where I want my ashes to go, and the
furkids will be with me.

Jo

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"Christina Websell" wrote in message
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"Yowie" wrote in message
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The RSPCA did a lovely job. This afternoon I picked up a small blue box
from the vet, tastefully decorated, and properly sealed.

Shmogg is home for good, now, even though I'm not sure exactly where his
ashes will be stored permanantly.


Did it shock you once again for the loss? It always did for me. There
was a time when I could not bury my beloveds in the garden which they
loved, there was no-one to do it for me at the time and I was too poorly
to do if myself so I chose cremation.
Getting the ashes back is hard.
I have three, waiting, in their wooden boxes in my wardrobe. Do I bury
the boxes or what? Should I sprinkle the ashes somewhere that they loved
and then get rid of the box?
I don't know any more than you do, Vicky.
But I understand.

Tweed




I have three small boxes in my wardrobe as well. They are in a spot I
only see occasionally, so it isn't a constant reminder. But enough time
has passed it is a comfort. My kids know where I want my ashes to go, and
the furkids will be with me.



I will be buried when my time comes in the same grave as my grandparents and
mother, I had to sort all this out in 05 when I was allegedly going to die
very soon according to the doctors. I seem to have fooled them, but my
brothers have instructions to put these boxes in my coffin along with me if
I have not decided what to do with them before that.
The box containing the ashes of my mother's adored border collie was put
into her coffin and buried with her.
She had wondered what the nicest thing to do with the ashes was. Like
everyone, she left it for later. Same as I am doing.

Tweed