Yep, I know how that works. It’s so hard to let them go. And even to see their favorite toy after they are gone.
All his toys are arranged around his cedar box of ashes.
Inside the box are swatches of his fur and long, pretty
whiskers that he lost over the years.
We have eight such arrangements for our beloved kitties
who beat us to the Rainbow Bridge, so far. Our homes have
not been without at least two cats since 1982, all indoor
cats who do not go outside unsupervised, and mostly not at
all, ever, actually, anyway.
My first cat died in 2002. ( both my kitties actually died on the same day but years apart. Strange).
I had her cremated and kept her favorite toy, a catnip heart, that was all chewed up and salivated on, in my underwear drawer.
My parents came over a few months later when I was working abroad, to check on my things. Needless to say, they found the cremains and the toy. Cremains were buried in the back yard because they freaked my mother out, and the toy was thrown out because my mother thought it was dirty,
It’s the only time in my life I really was upset with my parents, all I have left of that cat is her food bowl and pictures.
When my other girl died I had another vet. She put the cremains in a cherry wood box, and had her little paw print placed in cement so I have her with me.
I really miss my kitties, life to me is barely livable without one.