I picked up Bartie's ashes from the vet this morning. I don't have the heart to take them out of the bag. I'm afraid I'll cry.

He will be buried in Nancy's backyard next to her kitties marked by a beautiful stone with his name and years of birth/death.

I miss him curling up sleeping next to me on the futon and touching my face with his paw. For a cat who owned me for only 2+ years, I am so lonely for him.