gaetano

A littl blue-grey tin box decorated with violets, and a death certificate were placed on my lap as I wait in the car outside the pet hospital this day. I couldn't go in that building because it's the last place I looked into his eyes. When I got home I placed the box on the little scratcher he used to love to lay on. It sits empty in the hallway now and every once in a while I pass by and swear I see the mass of him laying there. Where else should I be expected to place his ashes knowing full well that was his favorite place to be?