Ambrose Comes Home

Posted on December 27, 2002 in Cats Grief Milestones

Ambrose came home today, encased in an eight by eight by eight inch cardboard box. “Hmmm,” I thought as I balanced it in my hand. “You haven’t lost much weight after all they did to you.”

We opened the box a few minutes ago. Inside we found a solid oak box with a frame where we can slip a photo. The bottom carried an inscription: “The Ashes of Ambrose, The Beloved Pet of Sax.”

“If Ambrose were here,” Lynn said, “he’d be wanting to inspect.” She grabbed Tracy who tried to muscle her way into my lap so she could sniff the box. I held it up to her. She swelled her nostrils once and decided that the thing was entirely uninteresting.

I guess I am in a place in my grief where I can laugh softly about these things.

Where do I put this thing? Not near the litterboxes!