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[thejunipertree]

Also, after Timothy's vet visit this week, I was given the cremated remains of Baby and Tinker, which the vet's office had been holding for me since April. I hadn't been able to bring myself to pick them up, but I couldn't ignore it any longer.

Their loss screams at me every day whenever I see Timothy or Henry Lee. Every time I wake up without Baby's warm, purring bulk smashed against the side of my head; every time I take a bath without Tinker hunting for imaginary fish in the water.



It's amusing that Tinker's box is so much larger than Baby's. I put his teeth in there with his cremains.

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[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

These boxes are much nicer than the ones that vet previously supplied, which makes me kind of sad. The other two I have are ok, kind of covered in burgundy brocade fabric with a tassel, but these boxes are actually kind of swank.

They told me they switched crematoriums and to expect a different case, but damn. I wasn't expecting engravings and shit. For the same price!