I spread them in a little corner of the garden, plant wild flowers there, and let that spot grow unleashed forever.

But that’s just me.

Sincerely,
Jack “r” Toad
Twisted Roads

And in looking at he photo realized the bag had handles manufactured from string; and that style of bag I haven’t seen in years. When my cremated cat was returned he too had been lovingly placed in a manicured wooden box with his engraved name attached.

I added his birth date and date of departure on a separate engraving, with “My orange tiger.”

He was orange and a male with a white tummy and succumbed to an altercation with a neighbour’s
pit bull. Pit bulls and their
variants have since been banned
here in Ontario. The neighbour never apologized for the incident
and to this day tell me it was the cat’s fault for being in their unfenced yard.

I haven’t replaced him, and probably won’t. There are far too many urban restrictions these days on keeping pets. The box is still on my shelf, to bury the box means goodbye and eight years later, that hasn’t happened.

Danny: You can never give too many hugs with a dog.

Things are ok and thank you for your words of support.

Charlie6: We’re still not sure about where the ashes will go. There is a creek just down the hill from our house that Essa used to swim in every time we went for a walk. Whether we wanted her to or not. Some may end up there for sure.

SheRidesABeemer: I get things out through writing or making pictures. By the time I wrote this the tissue stage was behind me. Gratefully when I think of her now it’s mostly happy memories…

That was wonderful… Essa memories will always be part of your one wheel drive adventure.

Phil

Very nice lighting on the pictures by the way….