May 21, 2004- November 29 2015
I'm not brave at all. I just can't take any more loss right now. This is the lesser of two evils.I'm so, so sorry about Kitten. I've followed your other threads and know how much you loved this little girl. It's horrible that you have to actually witness her cremation to ensure it is done just for her. You are braver than I am. Hugs. [emoji]128149[/emoji]
I'm guessing less than an hour from beginning to end.
Did they say how long it will take for the cremation? Its bad that we have to witness that to ensure that we only receive our loved ones remains. They charge enough, they can at least do it respectively.
I'm not really a rainbow bridge kind of girl. I used a physic after Nikki died and really she fed me back the same information she claimed she needed to know in order to contact the right spirit. She is BTW extremely well known. I don't know what exists after this. I do know she is no longer suffering in pain and confusion. Tomorrow I will have her physical remains reduced to ash that I can safely keep near me forever. I have over 11 years of memories to thumb through. So she will never really be gone. I would like to think that her spirit lives on. I would like to think that spirit gets to live again. It would be a shameful waste for the essence that made our pets so special to be lost. I can only control and sometimes barely that what happens in my life. I respected my horses as individual beings and in like I respected Kitten and respect Mook as the individual beings they are.
Again, I'm so sorry. I've never witnessed a cremation but I hope it is peaceful for you.
Just know that Kitten is free now. She's getting to romp around with my Lucky with wild abandon.
You do.
You know, shortly before we got Lucky - the year before, I guess would be more appropriate - we lost a cat - Black Cat - that somehow massively touched our souls in the very short time he was here (3 years). He got out one day and was killed. It hit us hard. Really hard. We got Lucky in July of 1999, in a pretty heart-wrenching situation himself (someone had tied him to a car and you can imagine the rest). Black Cat was, well, black, and Lucky was black and white... but we swore that Lucky was the reincarnation of Black Cat. My mom called him AB-Cat for the longest time - Almost Black Cat.
So, I think I get what you are saying.
From about 1 week old she spend those days. Mostly I'm Ok. I learned when my mare died that self destructive behavior accomplishes nothing. I cannot bargain with the universe or cry her back into my arms. Life is extremely inconsiderate since things march forward no matter how you scream and flail.
I'm so sorry that Kitten didn't make it. One day I hope you'll get to the point of being able to look at the glass half full. She did spend majority of her 11 years with you as a happy kitty with a great mommy and daddy that she loved.