They're on my dresser, where she used to reset the alarm and yell at me and shove things off to get me up in the morning.

I don't need the box taped over the buttons anymore. Wah.

The box is a nice wood box, same style as MK's, but I think I need to find one unique for her. Maybe something with shard edges you get nicked on. Heh. And make my own nameplate for it, cause I want her whole name. Nanda Devi, Bitch Kitty. Well, maybe not the last. But maybe so.

And he is welcome to call me his old lady if he so desires.

That's adorable.

Fine. Troublemaker it is.

One step from Racist Prover?

Despite having no attachment what happens with my remains, and being perfectly fine with no graves for my paternal grandparents (and no services or anything,) for whatever reason, I've always needed to bring my pet's remains home. Growing up, well, hope no one ever digs too deep under the rosebushes at the old house. My parents have also buried past pets (and the occasional feral 'pet' from their small colony) in the yard.

Well, today took a turn for the worse when my mother called to tell me she's been diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer. Meeting with the surgeon next week, so we'll know a lot more about what's going on then.

Oh, Dana, so sorry. Early stage is REALLY curable, though, so that's good.

Shit, Dana, I'm sorry. Glad it is an early stage.

Yeah, everyone's said very reassuring things. It should be fine.

I'm glad they caught it early, Dana. I hope treatment is as painless and effective as possible.

((sara))

Oddly enough, my paternal grandparents also had no graves or services. My grandfather donated his body to Washington University, an act my mother dubbed 'the ultimate in alumni giving.' I never felt the lack of service or gravesite.

Anyhow, I think you should have Devi's full and proper name on her box. That seems only right.

(((Dana))) I didn't see your post until just now. Much ~ma to you and your mother.

Fuck, Dana, I'm sorry.