Goodbye, goofy kitty.

We buried Dinah this morning, after Omaha came home from her business trip. It was a quiet ceremony. I'd dug a hole in the back yard, four feet deep, and taken the little cardboard coffin out and put in in the living room with the little altar we'd set up-- candle, photo, her toys, things like that.

Our friend Rhea came over and helped, since she knows more about ritual than I do about programming, and after a respectful time where everyone said their last wishes for her, we all petted the body one last time. Kouryou-chan commented on how cold she felt-- well, she'd been in the freezer since Tuesday. Dinah looked so peaceful like that, curled up, and I felt so sad, because I knew she wasn't going to wake up, and that just hurt me so much.

We buried her in the back yard, and said goodbye, and... that was that. I'm such a sentimental wreck.

And, Thank You, All

I don't handle death well. I know why, and I had a gazillion thoughts on why, and maybe someday I'll write them all down. But I just wanted to say thanks to all the people who wrote, here or in email, telling us how sorry they were for our loss. It meant a lot to me, and I appreciate you all for it.

Thank you.