Gypsy is home. The doctor told me it would be about a week before I got the ashes back, but I got the phone call today at work. I was actually dreading this a little because I wasn't sure where I would be or what I would be doing when they called and I was concerned it would be during my long, stressful contest practice on Thursday.
We had an evening rehearsal today but I was able to get away to the clinic before they closed to pick her up. I was able to talk and there was no crying while I was in the clinic but my stomach was in knots. I brought in the medical supplies and food that I wanted to donate and walked out with a brown gift bag.
When I got home and opened the envelope inside is when the real tears fell. First was a bookmark with a blue heart at the top.
Always Loved Never Forgotten
The sun so warm,
The grass so smooth,
The breeze so soft,
The flowers in bloom,
There's space to romp
To chase and play,
To bask or bathe,
Or snooze and rest.
With food aplenty
And water to drink,
Where bodies are whole
And free of pain,
It's a wonderful place for me,
again together someday we'll be.
The heart at the top is actually seed paper. I will be able to plant it in a pot and wildflowers will grow. What a beautiful idea. *sniffle*
The second item in the envelope was a certificate of cremation. Gypsy was cremated on the 4th. It has a little poem and it is lovely as well.
Farewell, Master yet not farewell,
Where I go, ye, too shall dwell,
I am gone, before your face,
A moment's time, a little space,
When ye come where I have stepped
Ye will wonder why ye wept.
The last paper was another poem and it makes me cry the most.
Miss Me - But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not for long,
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.
As you can imagine I was crying pretty well by then. I took out the box and removed the urn and sat at my desk cradling it and crying. But I am going to be ok. It makes me feel better to have her back. If I need to cry I have something to hold and one day looking at it will make me smile. Mr. Mellow has already assured me that he doesn't mind if I become the crazy cat lady that talks to a statue. And I am finally reaching an age and a mindset that I don't care what other people think. I loved my Gypsy cat and I'm glad she is home.