June 17th 2012 7:23 am
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After donating my leftover food and kitty treats at the Peoples Resource Center (it's where Dad volunteered when he was between jobs) he went to the vet to pick me up and donate the rest of my meds for other families who need them. My ashes were put in a box and the box is in a purple velvet sack with "Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge" embroidered on it. The vet also took my paw print in a disc of clay.
Then he went to the place where he adopted me 5.5 years ago to say thanks. He got some hugs and was told how I blossomed under his care and how sorry they were that I left so soon. It was kitten season so several cages were filled with little mewing furballs who were eager for play and pets. Naturally the people there made "suggestions" for Dad's next adoption but they backed off when he said he wasn't ready. (Dad did bring my carrier in the truck just in case he saw The One.) There was one candidate, a nice boy named Newton. Dad's first thought was about the scientist, not the cookie even though Newton's fur was the same color as the cookie. Dad loves watching Science and Discovery channels. Newton didn't mind much about being held but he didn't like being at the show. But if Dad did adopt, he was considering this nice mancat who's blind in one eye and several years old.
Anyway after a few tears and consolations we came home. My paw print got baked and I sit waaaay on top of the book shelf holding Dad's DVDs where I can't fall off. Dad likes to look up there when he's thinking so I'll always be in his thoughts. Dad's going to shift to writing in Lena's diary since we should be more concerned about the living than the departed. But I'll still be here when important events happen to my Dad.
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I know as you leap and play and nom at Rainbow Bridge, streaking across fields filled with catnip and cat grass and soft places to rest, you look back over your shoulder at the shimmering colors of the rainbow. You see that bridge, and you turn, trot to it, and gaze down into your Dads heart.
When the time is right, I know as I always have, that you will make that journey.
we love you Sarge.
We are always loved and never forgotten and one day we will be reunited with those we love and that love us so dearly. IF you want I would love to help you as you help your dad search for he purrrrrfect ct or kitten.
What nice things your Dad has done in your memory, Sarge. You'll always be in his thoughts whether he's looking up at your shelf or not.
You will always be in your daddy's heart Sarge. Your friends will never forget you.