good then bad
Nov. 22nd, 2003 06:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pywacketso it was getting better then James went to pick up Newg's ashes.
And the receptionist couldn't find his carrier with his special blanket or his collar.
I am very angry. I cried at having his ashes (which are in a flowered metal tin, which is sweet considering how his only prey were flowers and moths), railed at the twits incompetence and then James sent me to bed with Ninny and Zach.
I'm going back to bed. Two steps forward one step back.
And the receptionist couldn't find his carrier with his special blanket or his collar.
I am very angry. I cried at having his ashes (which are in a flowered metal tin, which is sweet considering how his only prey were flowers and moths), railed at the twits incompetence and then James sent me to bed with Ninny and Zach.
I'm going back to bed. Two steps forward one step back.
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Date: 2003-11-22 06:09 pm (UTC)There is no greater pain than losing someone you love.
And yes, that box seems so... small. For having so much love.
His picture is beautiful. He is a beautiful soul, likely to be with you a long time. When you see him out of the corner of your eye... he is there, with you.
I wish you peace.