Silver Box (in progress) For Rags' Ashes On My Mantel
Box for Rags - Start
Rags' Box With Bottom Only
Box with Rags' Ashes Inside
- Add the lid
- Cut off the square bits of metal - as this box is going to round - the circle of life is the idea with that.
- Secure the lid and the bottom portion somehow
- Add copper wire decoration
- Add Rags' silver paw to the top of the lid - to use as a pull to take off the lid
- Polish and finish
Side View Of Rags' Box Without Lid Finished
Dementia Boy
When you can't yet say (thank you for dancing with me as long as you could), sometimes fiction helps:
Ashes
I kept everybody’s ashes on the mantel until the cats knocked them over playing leapfrog. Now the cats are ashes, too.
Ashes don’t look like ashes, not the powdery charcoal of Ash Wednesday. They feel like kitty litter. Maybe that’s why some cats don’t use litterboxes; they sense friends, mortality.
Now everybody’s ashes are mixed together in a big Walmart bag until I find the perfect container, something interactive, a plexiglass ball or hourglass. Sometimes I close my eyes and sift the ashes through my fingers, trying to remember the scents of Beth, Mama, Muffin.
Jenny
i need to go to bed - it's 1:23am and I have a 9am conference call...
omg on the leapfrog!
yes, i made my sister look at rags' ashes, as she was all freaked out and i said, "they look like sand from the Caribbean." and they do to me.
don't think i could sift the ashes with my fingers - not because i find it gross, but rather because i hate a dry/caulky feeling on my skin.
Stacy
My first love, Murphy, was a beautiful white/cream Scottish Fold. I got him right after I graduated from college, May of 1991. I also lost him to old age in March, 2009.
Three years ago, I rescued a kitten from petfinder.com who looks like a maine coon and ragdoll mix. When I had to leave town for three months to help a family member, I found out that Milo, the sweet, motorized purr/fluffball kitty (who slept at the top of my pillow with his front legs on my shoulders,) had adopted my daughter.
I was glad he had done that for her, but I remain unforgiven. He didn't even return to me when my daughter got a new kitten and locked him out of her room at night!
After three years of mourning Murphy, I was finally at the point of considering another straight-ear fold, especially since Milo was so unforgiving.
Max was the sweetest, most loving kitten and would not stop cuddling me (!). . . until my four-year-old fell and landed on him. He was fine, physically, but her screams and the freak-out fest of the two neighbor girls with her, Max became so skittish. It has been slow-going, but I am doing absolutely everything to regain his trust. I don't know if he'll ever stop being so aloof, but he will come out and sit in the same room with me after everyone has gone to bed.
I guess I just felt the need to email you because as I was reading about your kitty Rags, I burst into tears missing Murphy . . .again. I, too, have ashes. My husband thinks I'm nuts to want Murphy and keep him, but encouraged me to get M's ashes in hopes I'd somehow be better about him passing.
I just don't think I will ever truly "get over" losing him. My biggest fear is that I will never again love that much. Murphy taught me about unconditional love and I belonged to him as much as he belonged to me. I got him before husband, before kids, before other pets, and I am glad to know that there are not just cat lovers, but there are a few people who loved their #1 pet like I did.
Jenny
Oh that's so sweet - thanks for sharing! My mom has a cat named Murphy! I hope your Max and your Milo come around. You never know!