2005-08-19 - 6:34 a.m.

My proposal is on Tuesday. I'm totally freaked out. So I'm checking on random materials and services in the area that vets may already use to help themselves and others after euthanasia. Came across this. DO NOT look at it if you are feeling vulnerable, the pet caskets freaked me out.

http://www.belspuroaks.com/

Of course then I thought I could find a gold box with bars on the side and two winged dogs on top. We'll call it the "bark of the covenant" and take it with us wherever we go.

Maybe I should just go back to editing the proposal.

Later this morning: Oh my god, I just caught up on Genie's diary. Sweetie I am so sorry, and I am also heebie-jeebied that I was looking at this stuff this moring and heard from you this afternoon.

Here is my memory of the Loki cat: What a wonderful last few days of life. I bet he thought you and Rich were a pit stop on the way to heaven.

I remember the look on your face when you first saw him. Cuan and I had found him on the side of the road on the way home from Golden Moon. (Trivia: Cuan has trouble driving when a kitten tail is masquerading as his mustache.)

I remember hiding Loki in my coat, walking up to Genie and saying "Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

To which Genie responded, "its not a cockroach is it?" (No really, Sequitur. Jen and I had recently regaled her with tales of the 6 inch Madagascar hissing cockroach from our Entemology class.)

Suddenly, Genie's hands were full of kitten and I said "Ross and Katy told me that they'd take him but didn't know if he'd pass the "road test." Route 8 is unforgiving."

Genie glared at me and wandered inside with kitten cuddled protectively to her chest. Yes, it was my most evil pet push ever.

Then for the next 8 weeks the kitten looked like a miniature bat until he got used to Casey sniffing him. It sounds like he was as sweet natured at the end of his life as he was at the beginning. Whatever he didn't get, Genie, he did get your love.

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