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I stopped by the veterinarian today on the way in to work, and picked up Frisk's ashes. It was really bothering me the entire evening, that I could hold my friend's remains in one hand. They are kept in a small, black and blue urn, which is surprisingly heavy.
On the walk home from work though, I decided to carry the urn with me. I remembered how Frisk liked to take walks, and follow me around the town home complex when I went to pick up mail, or was heading to work. Some times I would need to wait until he was distracted, so I could run to the end of the street, and around the corner without him seeing me. Otherwise, he would follow me to the busy part of the road, and freak out if a car passed by.
And that reminded me of how he used to sneak in to my sister's car if she left her window open, at the old house where I grew up. He would sleep in the back of the car, and actually made it most of the way to work with her once, before she realized he was there. He may have been a giant goof ball, but I like to think he enjoyed traveling, so he could expand his territory. Because wherever he went completely belonged to him.
I don't feel quite as bad as I have for the past couple weeks because of the walk home today. It may seem a little stupid, but imagining him walking along with me as I was on my way home really helped. When I think about it, I realize that even though he was feeling his age, he was still pretty active. He did not like to jump around as much as he used to, but he would still chase down bugs if they got close enough. He enjoyed going outside in sun spots, and had managed to get his appetite back after we moved here.
He was a happy guy, and he liked having people over, which is more sociable then he used to be. And now he doesn't need to worry about feeling his age. So even though I still miss him terribly, I am glad he didn't have to suffer long, and never had any terrible complications towards the end.
He's still the fuzzy little bastard that gave me a permanent scar on my right hand. That was the last time I could hold all of him in one hand, and he left a claw in it for my trouble ^_^ I guess I just like to think he can go wherever he wants now, and doesn't have to worry about running in to neighborhood cats, cars, or getting chased up trees by scary things. Though he'll probably still get stuck up a tree just for the hell of it.
On the walk home from work though, I decided to carry the urn with me. I remembered how Frisk liked to take walks, and follow me around the town home complex when I went to pick up mail, or was heading to work. Some times I would need to wait until he was distracted, so I could run to the end of the street, and around the corner without him seeing me. Otherwise, he would follow me to the busy part of the road, and freak out if a car passed by.
And that reminded me of how he used to sneak in to my sister's car if she left her window open, at the old house where I grew up. He would sleep in the back of the car, and actually made it most of the way to work with her once, before she realized he was there. He may have been a giant goof ball, but I like to think he enjoyed traveling, so he could expand his territory. Because wherever he went completely belonged to him.
I don't feel quite as bad as I have for the past couple weeks because of the walk home today. It may seem a little stupid, but imagining him walking along with me as I was on my way home really helped. When I think about it, I realize that even though he was feeling his age, he was still pretty active. He did not like to jump around as much as he used to, but he would still chase down bugs if they got close enough. He enjoyed going outside in sun spots, and had managed to get his appetite back after we moved here.
He was a happy guy, and he liked having people over, which is more sociable then he used to be. And now he doesn't need to worry about feeling his age. So even though I still miss him terribly, I am glad he didn't have to suffer long, and never had any terrible complications towards the end.
He's still the fuzzy little bastard that gave me a permanent scar on my right hand. That was the last time I could hold all of him in one hand, and he left a claw in it for my trouble ^_^ I guess I just like to think he can go wherever he wants now, and doesn't have to worry about running in to neighborhood cats, cars, or getting chased up trees by scary things. Though he'll probably still get stuck up a tree just for the hell of it.