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Jun. 9th, 2007 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsWe took Moffet to be cremated yesterday. I wasn't sure about going at first, but I brought her home from the rescue centre, it was only right I took her on her last journey. She was in a box our Sky system came in, which was fitting. She did love lying on the Sky system, probably because it was warm. She was wrapped in the t-shirt I was wearing the day that she died. I know it's silly, but it was a way to keep her warm, and also sort of offering my shoulder. The place she spent so many hours.
The lady at the pet crematorium was lovely. I was a little unsure at first, because due to laws she was located in an industrial estate, and was next to a lorry repair shop, but inside it was perfect. Calm and dignified. She placed Moffet's box onto a pet basket that was made up for viewing, then we talked a little. She's coming home in a mahogany casket with her name on the top, and the lady asked if we wanted some hair cut off a placed in a pouch that we could keep. Beforehand I wouldn't have been sure, but after a day needing to touch the places Moffet lay, resting my fingers over the remaining hairs. Well, having some reminder of her made sense.
She asked if we wanted to say goodbye then, and again, I wasn't sure. But I said yes, and she put Moffet in the basket. She was covered in my t-shirt and just looked like she was asleep. At least until you touched and looked close. She was cold, and that life that made Moffet Moffet was gone. You know I don't believe in god or any of that stuff, but since then I've imagined Moffet meeting Brock, her stalking disdainfully up to him and washing herself and him running around like the idiot he used to be. Them both patiently waiting. It's better imagining that than some of the other things that won't leave my mind. That's why I want to take the tumbler outside and smash it to bits, and why I've thrown away all the clothes that were in that wash. It's left me with a significant gap in my wardrobe I can actually wear, but Moffet died in those clothes. My brother had put them in the wash again, but when I took them out they were covered in matted Moffet hair. No way could I wear them again.
Anyway, we left her in the end, and she's coming home next week sometime. Which is good as there's a Moffet sized hole in all our lives right now. Freesia isn't eating, which if you know her isn't usual at all, and spends the day lying in her fluffy boot house. Tex just lies behind the couch. I guess even if they did spend most of the time fighting, they really did love her.
Man, my posts have been depressing lately. I'm sorry about that. Again, I want to say thank you to everyone that replied in my last post. You all gave such comfort, and really, I've said it before, but I'm so lucky to be surrounded by such lovely people. I'm sorry that you're not getting individual replies, but know that I appreciated every comment, and the virtual gifts. Also, a huge thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geeklite, because of her I'm around until 2009, I bet you're all thrilled *g*
I'd arranged to take my nanna out for the day today, but I'll catch up with you all when I get back.
The lady at the pet crematorium was lovely. I was a little unsure at first, because due to laws she was located in an industrial estate, and was next to a lorry repair shop, but inside it was perfect. Calm and dignified. She placed Moffet's box onto a pet basket that was made up for viewing, then we talked a little. She's coming home in a mahogany casket with her name on the top, and the lady asked if we wanted some hair cut off a placed in a pouch that we could keep. Beforehand I wouldn't have been sure, but after a day needing to touch the places Moffet lay, resting my fingers over the remaining hairs. Well, having some reminder of her made sense.
She asked if we wanted to say goodbye then, and again, I wasn't sure. But I said yes, and she put Moffet in the basket. She was covered in my t-shirt and just looked like she was asleep. At least until you touched and looked close. She was cold, and that life that made Moffet Moffet was gone. You know I don't believe in god or any of that stuff, but since then I've imagined Moffet meeting Brock, her stalking disdainfully up to him and washing herself and him running around like the idiot he used to be. Them both patiently waiting. It's better imagining that than some of the other things that won't leave my mind. That's why I want to take the tumbler outside and smash it to bits, and why I've thrown away all the clothes that were in that wash. It's left me with a significant gap in my wardrobe I can actually wear, but Moffet died in those clothes. My brother had put them in the wash again, but when I took them out they were covered in matted Moffet hair. No way could I wear them again.
Anyway, we left her in the end, and she's coming home next week sometime. Which is good as there's a Moffet sized hole in all our lives right now. Freesia isn't eating, which if you know her isn't usual at all, and spends the day lying in her fluffy boot house. Tex just lies behind the couch. I guess even if they did spend most of the time fighting, they really did love her.
Man, my posts have been depressing lately. I'm sorry about that. Again, I want to say thank you to everyone that replied in my last post. You all gave such comfort, and really, I've said it before, but I'm so lucky to be surrounded by such lovely people. I'm sorry that you're not getting individual replies, but know that I appreciated every comment, and the virtual gifts. Also, a huge thank you to
geeklite, because of her I'm around until 2009, I bet you're all thrilled *g*I'd arranged to take my nanna out for the day today, but I'll catch up with you all when I get back.
