Today we buried Boo, our 14 year old cat. When I first started this blog last August, some of my first posts was an introduction to all the cats. Click Here to read the post about Boo.
Last night the emergency vet gave us this box to bury Boo. They put flowers on the box and wrote his name on it. He had already passed away by the time we got to the vet. He was probably gone before we even got him in the car. We did everything we could to save him, but it was his time to go. Boo did give us one final laugh when he didn't fit inside the box. That's just the way he was.
The vet told us they had to go up to a bigger size box because Boo just wouldn't fit in the normal kitty size one. That's our Boo! He never missed a meal, not even on his last day on earth. He made sure he waited until after dinner to go. He even made sure he ate Ed's dinner first.
I put his favorite stuffed Santa toy inside the box with him. He carried that thing around everywhere with him after he finally gave up the doll torso.
RIP Boo. The best cat in the world.
A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING...
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...
-Anonymous
