It has been almost a week since Mr Pandora died, and I went to the pet crematorium to pick up his ashes. I thought I handled it pretty well. I've been able to talk about it for a few days and keep it together.
Today, I looked at the Certificate of Cremation, and read the little poem in the corner. It brought it all back again:
Today, I looked at the Certificate of Cremation, and read the little poem in the corner. It brought it all back again:
After Death
Farewell, Master, yet not farewell.
Farewell, Master, yet not farewell.
Where I go, ye too shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face,
I am gone, before your face,
A moments time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped,
When ye come where I have stepped,
Ye will wonder why ye wept.
-Edwin Arnold
-Edwin Arnold
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