Memorial for the Best Cat
Apr. 25th, 2022 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanateLoki's jaw cancer finally caught up with him last week, & he went from catching & eating half a mouse on Monday night to unable to swallow at all by Tuesday evening.
Apologies to those who have resisted Instagram,but I think even if you don't have a log-in you can still look thru one post of pictures without them being too annoying (eta, nope, it's individual posts you can't do w/o an account. So I need to figure out how to transfer pictures now, too):
Grave Goods for my Best Cat
(I've been adding more rocks around the edges, and then finally got the kitchen mouse traps sorted out, so the stone now has 6 dead mice laid out on it-- all from Friday night, & we've had no more mouse sign since, astonishingly enough-- and a little stone candle holder to burn incense.) It had not occurred to me until grauwulf said something afterwards that not everyone (at least for values of everyone that includes my social circles...) has a store of ancient funerary customs easily accessible in their brains.
It has been one crisis in a parade of crises (and now the Megatherium's bestie has the 'vid & my phone battery has stopped holding charge worth beans...) but I can move past the holes left in our lives by losing the smallest approved mammal ("my littlest love") and sing the sad little shakespeare pastiche I've been cobbling together and carry on. (Which is good, since the other humans could be coping better.)
Sleep no more, ladies
sleep no more.
Time marches on forever
and all the things you had before
will be returning never.
So sigh not so,
but let them go.
Find other joys to carry
for all the loves you had before-
they would not bid you tarry.
...and now it is back to the laundry to put away & the boxes of inherited craft supplies I promised to re-home that are presently taking up my living room.
Apologies to those who have resisted Instagram,
Grave Goods for my Best Cat
(I've been adding more rocks around the edges, and then finally got the kitchen mouse traps sorted out, so the stone now has 6 dead mice laid out on it-- all from Friday night, & we've had no more mouse sign since, astonishingly enough-- and a little stone candle holder to burn incense.) It had not occurred to me until grauwulf said something afterwards that not everyone (at least for values of everyone that includes my social circles...) has a store of ancient funerary customs easily accessible in their brains.
It has been one crisis in a parade of crises (and now the Megatherium's bestie has the 'vid & my phone battery has stopped holding charge worth beans...) but I can move past the holes left in our lives by losing the smallest approved mammal ("my littlest love") and sing the sad little shakespeare pastiche I've been cobbling together and carry on. (Which is good, since the other humans could be coping better.)
Sleep no more, ladies
sleep no more.
Time marches on forever
and all the things you had before
will be returning never.
So sigh not so,
but let them go.
Find other joys to carry
for all the loves you had before-
they would not bid you tarry.
...and now it is back to the laundry to put away & the boxes of inherited craft supplies I promised to re-home that are presently taking up my living room.