Shmogg's ashes

"Kreisleriana" drtmuiratearthlink.net 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.

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.

I got teary again at the Vet's office, but no longer randomly break down. My
ear still hurts, although have found out later I got it pierced in a really
dumb place by a really dumb method with a really dumb starter earring.
Instead of going to a 'beautician' with a piercing gun on a 'whim', I should
made an appointment and gone to a place that specialises in piercings of
places other than ear lobes (although I probably would have chickened out by
then).

As such, I have suddenly learnt far more than I ever needed to know about
ear peircing, and have ordered a more appropriate peice of 'body jewelry'
for that area than the standard stud-with-butterfly-clip earring that
usually goes through the lobes (a Labret).

We're planning on getting more feline masters. This time, I think we'll have
two, littermates hopefully and if not, young cats who are already used to
each other. Cary wants a brown one and will call it "Different Fluffy" (go
figure). I won't, however, be getting any other feline masters until a)
after Christmas and b) until my ear quits hurting as I think that the
healing ear and healing heart goes hand in hand. That is of course unless a
feline master turns up on our doorstep announces their ownership of us
before then :-).

Yowie

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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?

He preferred on top of the small freezer, but thats because in his old age,
thats as far as he could jump. Unfortunatley, the top of the small freezer
(the size of a bar fridge) is well within Yowlet grabbing height.

His ashes are currently on the shelf in my wardrobe. I thought about
sleeping with it last night, but thought that was being jsut a bit too
morbid even for me.

Maybe outside, maybe on top of the fridge, maybe just in the wardrobe. And
maybe he'll tell me where in his own time.

Yowie

Yowie wrote:

He preferred on top of the small freezer, but thats because in his old age,
thats as far as he could jump. Unfortunatley, the top of the small freezer
(the size of a bar fridge) is well within Yowlet grabbing height.

That is an important consideration, I agree.

His ashes are currently on the shelf in my wardrobe. I thought about
sleeping with it last night, but thought that was being jsut a bit too
morbid even for me.

For the record, I don't think that's so morbid. If you get a locket and
put a bit of the ashes inside, the way Marina did with Frank's ashes, you
can have him next to you all the time, including at night. Of course, that
would only be a small portion of what's in the whole urn, so you'd still
have to decide where to place that. I'm sure you will figure that out in
time.

Joyce

I am so dreading getting Scooters ashes back. Where we want to take them we
can't go until next spring. I have a fear, probably unfounded, that the
cats might know something.
"jofirey" wrote in message
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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.

Jo

Yowie wrote:

His ashes are currently on the shelf in my wardrobe. I thought about
sleeping with it last night, but thought that was being jsut a bit too
morbid even for me.

Maybe outside, maybe on top of the fridge, maybe just in the wardrobe. And
maybe he'll tell me where in his own time.

I had Frank's ashes in my wardrobe for several months before I went out
to the island the first time after he died. Every morning when I took
out clothes for myself, I would stroke the urn (a simple cardboard one)
and think of Frank. Given that most cats I've known like to sleep in
wardrobes, that's as good a place as any.

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

They won't know. Keep the ashes until the spring and then do it.
I find that getting the ashes back sets off the grief again. Do you?

Tweed




"Granby" wrote in message
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I am so dreading getting Scooters ashes back. Where we want to take them
we can't go until next spring. I have a fear, probably unfounded, that the
cats might know something.
"jofirey" wrote in message
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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.

Jo

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 have three cats buried in the garden (and there is a small brass
plate marking where a previous owner buried his cat). Mingus went
first, then his brother Zeke, then their father Ishmael. We planted
crocuses over Zeke and Mingus as they both loved to eat them.

A friend of mine makes whistles out of deer bone, and has recently
recorded a (non-commercial) CD of multitracked recordings of himself
playing them. They have a bright, clear tone and look like something
out of the Neolithic. I have wondered if I should maybe get some made
out of our furries' thighbones.

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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


Lots of hugs and purrs,
Polonca and Soncek