Tuesday, March 07, 2006

It’s Been a Month

It's a month today since I lost my best friend and Muse that Mews. I have yet to get through one day without tearing up over something. The other day it was clean laundry, how much he loved clean laundry and what a pain in the ass he would be when one would try and make a bed. The wound is as fresh as it ever was and the void as massive.

However, life refuses to let me stay in perma-funk. At least it comes and goes (or maybe it's all that St. John's Wort and Sam-E). In any case, while the hurt is getting any less I am managing a little better every day and that's all I can hope for.

I figured a month would be a good time to put a few shots up of the urn. There are three more shots behind the cut, I didn't want to lag people with pictures but if you want to look, that's kind of special.

Here it is, the wooden box urn. It's not gaudy, it seemed to fit him better than the others and I'm happy with it.



This was weird. It was like the shitten knew what was in there, he started yowling the minute I picked it up and as soon as I laid it down on the cat condo he jumped up and snuggled in next to it. So I thought I would grab a shot of the two buddies together again. Sorry if some find it gloomy, it made me feel a little better to see it.



More behind the cut. This is the brass plaque on top, kind of hard to make it out but the top line says Claude LeMew and the bottom line says Muse that Mews. Proper and fitting for such a special cat and friend.



This is a better shot of the urn box, I love the picture they stuck inside. We gave them 5, they definitely picked the best one of the bunch. It's solid wood, it was worth every penny.



And the last one. That thing on top of the urn box is one of the mice he loved. That cat did NOT play with toys but maaaan, did he love his mice. Especially the grey ones. This is one of the real old ones, it has no eyes or ear or tail and that's why I like it.

1. It’s a beautiful thing you’ve done there.

   Its funny how the react to such things. When we first got Coco, she paid particular attention to one photo of Luci. Out of all the objects (and toys) in the house, the one photo of Luci we had out.

   And it was comforting.

    on  03/07  at  10:11 PM

2. Thats a fine urn.  I like that it has the picture of him.

   And that second picture almost made ME tear up.  It was very moving to see him curled up with the urn himself.

   YummY!  on  03/07  at  11:28 PM

3. Its beautiful, much better than what I had planned for gump, which was a real casket I’d make out of wood.  Just think Homer Simpson.....think I’ll take the route you did.

    on  03/08  at  04:17 AM

4. Oh,Oh! Thats is so sad. Pets do mourn. I remember my dad’s dog would howl every time he heard a hair dryer go on after my step mother died. The urn is very lovely. And what a perfect place to have it.

    on  03/08  at  09:59 AM

5. I am so sorry for your loss. I just wanted you to know that the
   love you have for Claude really touched me. I had no idea until
   I read this section. As i was reading this part and seeing the urn,
   I teared up. Which is rare for me. Like, happened twice since I
   turned 13 or so. As I was reading and looking at the pictures
   my mind floated back to my childhood. I had a pure white cat named
   Lewis. I loved that cat so much. He was all mine and I adored him.
   One day my mother and I went to drive to town. We pulled to the end
   of our driveway (we lived out in the country) and a neighbor (who
   took daily long walks past our house) stopped us. She asked us
   if we owned a white cat. We said yes and she said there’s one on the
   side of the road. Being 6 or 7 i didn’t get it. I ran out of the car
   to go see what she was talking about besides the protests of my
   mother. I should have listened. There lay my friend about 10 feet
   off the road next to a fence. You could see the tire tracks where
   a vehicle swerved about nine feet off the road to perfectly run
   over my beloved friends head. He almost made it to the fence and
   safety. I haven’t thought about that in years. Thank you, WK,
   for reminding me that crying is not a weakness. So long as I
   remember him, he lives on. These tears are for Claude also.

   Kintari  on  04/09  at  08:16 AM
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