Siebert's Memory
Siebert's ashes were dropped off today. I'd gotten a call on Friday that he was ready to be picked up, and I mentioned that I wouldn't be able to until Tuesday; today I got a call saying, "Hey, I'm actually in Riverdale right now; I can drop his ashes off now if you like."
His ashes came in a ziploc, inside a small white gift bag with a sympathy card signed by the staff at the crematorium.
I'm not 100% sure what I'll do with his ashes; I've looked at pet urns online and they're either depressing, cheap looking, or too expensive. Part of me would like to take the ashes to my parent's house when I visit BC next and sprinkle him on my mom's roses. That way he can nourish something beautiful.
I made it through yesterday pretty much without crying but today I started sobbing again as I held the ashes. He... they.. look like beach sand. Vancouver beach sand anyways; grey, black, and white gravelly colours.
I want another cat. Not right now; I'll be going to Edmonton next week and then I want to go to BC next month. But I want another fuzzbutt in my life. Unfortunately there's only one manx cat breeder listed in Canada and they're not currently breeding because of the economy. They linked to four american breeders and only one of them has a litter of kittens... and none of them will ship over the border. I could theoretically fly to the US and pick up a kitten but that's a lot of work.
I could of course adopt another cat; Siebert himself was an adoption and likely not a purebred manx. But part of me also wants to support the breeders of such a sweet breed of cat. I think a good comprimise might be to check out the manx cats at the shelters down south.
*sigh*
His ashes came in a ziploc, inside a small white gift bag with a sympathy card signed by the staff at the crematorium.
I'm not 100% sure what I'll do with his ashes; I've looked at pet urns online and they're either depressing, cheap looking, or too expensive. Part of me would like to take the ashes to my parent's house when I visit BC next and sprinkle him on my mom's roses. That way he can nourish something beautiful.
I made it through yesterday pretty much without crying but today I started sobbing again as I held the ashes. He... they.. look like beach sand. Vancouver beach sand anyways; grey, black, and white gravelly colours.
I want another cat. Not right now; I'll be going to Edmonton next week and then I want to go to BC next month. But I want another fuzzbutt in my life. Unfortunately there's only one manx cat breeder listed in Canada and they're not currently breeding because of the economy. They linked to four american breeders and only one of them has a litter of kittens... and none of them will ship over the border. I could theoretically fly to the US and pick up a kitten but that's a lot of work.
I could of course adopt another cat; Siebert himself was an adoption and likely not a purebred manx. But part of me also wants to support the breeders of such a sweet breed of cat. I think a good comprimise might be to check out the manx cats at the shelters down south.
*sigh*