We buried him, next to our old cat, Japje. J. put a coin between her paws. I thought that was sweet of him. I liked that.
Bowie's still sniffing around the place where it happened, like she's trying to find him.
We moved the stones down. They're not wobbly anymore, now.
It's a bit hard to take, at first, but you rush through the stages of grief, apperently. In this case, of course. Kitty.
So, safe Styx-crossing, I suppose. Say hi to Chiron for me, sweetie.