I took Winnie to the vet to be boarded while we go tomorrow to the Outer Banks to scatter Brenda's ashes. Winnie hated it and howled and thrashed in the old wire screen cat carrier we have had for 45 years.
Brenda, who was like a cat in many ways, also hated getting ready - especially in recent months when most of her trips were to doctor's offices and medical testing facilities. She felt too bad to thrash, but she did moan - at least when getting ready.
(Once in the car she always settled down and was brave - even on the last trip to the Hospice House.)
Of course the trip tomorrow is no problem. Her spirit, if you believe in that sort of thing, is already there. The rest of it (the material that we carry in a plastic bag in a wooden box) is just a placeholder for that which is beyond place.
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