Cleo

I'm still grieving over Cleo. Maybe it's stupid. I dunno. It's so lonely without somebody to greet me at the door or talk to me at night. (Yes. I did talk to him.)  It's just sad. He was 14ish years old. He had a good like. I'm just selfish and want him back... Sigh.

The Cat Hospital is supposed to call whenever his ashes are ready to be picked up. I had him Creamated. Which was even more difficult then I ever thought. Sitting in the hospital deciding how you were going to bury your cat: In a random grave somewhere in Lexington or creamation. I was told I could keep his body and take with me to bury wherever I would like. That just made me nervous. Having my Cleo's body just in the trunk of my car. Where would you bury him? I couldn't deal with all that anyway.  He'll be in a little wooden box, someday soon, sitting by my TV. Strange? Maybe. But he was my buddy.