I just picked up my BusterKitty's remains....he is finally home again. When the vet technician handed me the box I felt something holy and spiritual....I wasn't really expecting that.   

Thought it was kind of funny how he went to the back room and brought me a cardboard box. He was very hush hush about it and had me sign my name on a paper. Isn't that typical of us Americans? Always quiet about death....trying to hide it. A part of me wanted to jump up and down and rejoice because I had something of my little loved one back... almost wanted to smile but kept it to myself. Guess I'll do my smiling at home (one of these days) and laughing again at BusterBrat's antics.

Everyday I miss him terribly. This is the first pet I ever had a private cremation for. Now I have to figure out how to open the dang little coffin looking wooden box to spread my little furball around his favorite places! LOL. It's tighter then a drum. Think for now I'll just hold "him" in my arms and think of all the good things. And buy some stock in Kleenex while I'm at it.