Originally posted by Craftlady

We buried with Butterscotch in the box, his favorite string on stick toy so he could play, a pkg of one of his favorite treats and kept his collar with bell/name tag on so God would know his name

I'm so sorry for your loss Craftlady. I teared up when I read the above quote. Thank you for giving Butterscotch such a good life in your home.

I found these words on another site and thought they may be a comfort to you now.

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What is Dying?

I am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze, and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "She is gone."

Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side. Her diminished size is in me, not her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone", there are, on a far distant shore, other eyes welcoming her arrival and other voices taking up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"- and that is dying.

The Rev. Canon Wilberforce
St. John the Divine,
Westminster
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