When I jokingly mentioned “controlled demolition” earlier, I meant attending to Puff’s cremation, which happened this morning.
It was terribly depressing to see Puff one last time. Then I watched him go into the furnace — an even more final event.
Taking the day off strikes me as a good idea. I’m not up to sharing any magical, cosmic, or spiritual ruminations, which strike me as having about as much present value to me as the possibility of future life extension technology.
Just say no to death?
Small comfort!
I wish I could offer something more helpful and more cheerful.
Well, believe it or not, here it is:
New life!
Coco’s only sleeping, of course.
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4 responses to “puff of smoke”
[sigh] It gets better over time. But you never get “over” it. At least I haven’t in the 3 years since Coco’s death.
Canine Paradise:
Rabbits to chase, couches to snooze on, and a pack leader who knows where to skritch. 🙂
He won’t replace Puff, but he can take Puff’s place. Enjoy him for as long as you have him.
How is he taking Puff’s departure?
Did you feel you had to go see him be cremated? I would think that would make things harder, but I also understand about needing to do certain things for closure.
It’s not the same, really, but I remember when my first husband died, I spent a good deal of time looking for an appropriate urn. If I had been able to find a ceramic container shaped like a woman’s upper half, I would have used that; I joked with friends about sending him on a “Last Tour”, photographing the container at the strip bar, at the beach, etc. In the end I had to settle for a plain but elegant marble pyramid, which he resided in until we let him go into the Atlantic.
Black humor, but it let me remember him in a positive way among the sadnesses. Don’t know if that would help with Puff. But I do know that the more time you spend remembering the good times and his personality, the less time you spend feeling like the world has ended.
It does get better in time.