Tuesday, September 13, 2005
We buried Lou on Saturday in the back yard under the hydrangeas. My sweet baby kitty cat. Al and I cried, and read our church's funeral service for the burial of a child (is this sanctioned? I don't know and don't care. He was our child, we loved him, and we are grieving). We sang hymns and read scripture and remembered many happy things and talked about our feelings of guilt for not taking better care of him. It helped. More than I thought it would. I am still sad. We are both sad. But the sharp edge of the grief is dulled.