Wife just picked up Moose's ashes. Now I have to figure out what to do with them. She was an indoor cat...as much as I'd like to just sprinkle them on the steps and on the floor where she used to lay, that obviously won't fly. I'm thinking about splitting them between our yard in NJ, and my parent's house in VA b/c I first got her there.
I have Charlie's ashes, and ashes from three other cats that I have had in the last 30 years. I keep them in this cool wooden box. When I die they can be mixed with my ashes and thrown from a destination I haven't decided on yet. I'm sorry about your loss of Moose, and to Floppy I'm sorry about your loss of Chip. We all gave our furry family members great lives, and we did the right thing in letting their spirits fly when they were beginning to suffer. I hope some day we can do that with humans in all parts of the USA.
Life works in mysterious ways sometimes. I went on vacation almost two weeks after Charlie died. When I got back from the beach (I was on the NC coast when some of Jaws extended family members began to munch on swimmers), there was a teenage orange and white neutered cat hanging around the house. I put an add on craigslist, and filled out a document at the shelter, and called area vets to see if someone was looking for their cat. He wasn't microchipped, and nobody contacted me about him. Anyway, this funny looking guy now belongs to me. His name is Archie. He is use to being outdoors so I let him outside in the day, but he has to come inside at night. I worry about him getting hit by a car, but he is miserable cooped up inside all day so I just hope for the best. He doesn't seem street smart so I hope he is lucky.
Also, when Charlie got sick in May, a gray cat up at a feral colony that's near me all of a sudden started letting me pet him when he would eat. Out of the blue. To flashback a bit, he wasn't born into this colony, but someone dumped him there back in February. He was terrified, and I could see he wasn't neutered so I trapped him and got him fixed, and released him back out there. I felt/feel so sorry for him, because he was owned by someone at some point, and they just dumped him out like a piece of trash. He would walk around and cry (still does), but not let me get near him. The colony cats eventually accepted him, although he is a loner. Fast-forward to now, and he lets me pet him, pick him up, he rolls on his back around me, rubs against me, etc. He is scared of other people, but not me. I plan on taking him home in a month or so, and see how he does. We'll see. I gave him a flea treatment July 1st. I'll give him another in August.
Anyway, I did not plan on adopting a cat a month or so after Charlie passed, but sometimes life changes our plans.