I’ve heard that at funerals ….


……. you often discover friends that you never knew your desceased loved one had.

So I wasn’t that surprised when a pack of bikers followed me across town from my house to Bunny’s, to bury Miss Cleo.  I said aloud, “Figures,” and waved.

About a year ago, Nick had bought a really gorgeous orange shirt and happened to set it next to her cage.  Miss Cleo must have really liked it, because she proceed to eat about a third of it, which was uncharacteristic of her.  It was such pretty fabric, for some reason it never got thrown out, and when I needed something to wrap her in, I thought of it immediately.

I’d had a hard time thinking of just the right box to bury her in, and even briefly considered a small dollhouse that matched the colors of her cage (too small) and eventually settled on a plain cardboard one, but found a use for that roll of polka dot packing tape. 

It looked so festive that there was momentary confusion with my little brothers about whether or not I had brought them a dead rat or a present. 

We buried her under the rosebushes, and my little brothers hugged me and told me they were sorry and that she was a very good rat and that they understood and knowing they way they love their pets, I knew they meant it, that they really DID understand, and Bunny laid a rose on top of her because Miss Cleo always liked brightly colored things.




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  1. *speechless* (for once)

    That picture……..You know how they say Helen of Troy was the face that launched a thousand ships?

    That picture, your face? It’s the face that made a thousand others hearts break. Very moving picture. And very apt, I’m sure, in conveying exactly how you felt.

    I was thinking of you and Miss Cleo this Saturday as I sat in the bleachers next to the dugout at my son’s baseball game. I tiltled my face to the sun, closed my eyes, heard all the baseball players laughs, shouts, cheers, teasing other team mates mingle into one sound, the sound of happiness and life, and knew, that whatever you were feeling about Miss Cleo’s passing that very moment, that one thing could be for certain, she had brought you the very same feeling I was absorbing right then; the pure sounds of happiness. Then I said a little prayer for the both of you.

    I hope you felt it.

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