On Friday, a package was waiting for us in the hallway. Neither Ron nor I had ordered anything, so we were curious as to what it was. I showed the box to Ron.
“That’s not Apollo, is it?” he asked.
I shrugged. The receptionist at the emergency vet said that Apollo’s ashes would be shipped to the vet’s office and that it would take two weeks. Carefully, I placed the box on our kitchen table and sliced open the packing tape with a box cutter. Green foam popcorn spewed over the tabletop. A dark cherry box wrapped in bubble wrap was inside with a certificate. It was Apollo.
Ron held her for a little while. When he was finished, we put her ashes next to Juno’s.
Eventually, we’re going to get a few small tabletop easels and lucite display boxes so we can properly show off the clay paw prints next to each appropriate urn. Morpheus’ paw prints have been sitting on a shelf in our kitchen for the past two-and-a-half years. They have gotten dirty with dust. We don’t want further damage to occur, as each set of paw prints is irreplaceable.
Lucky has been doing amazing since he first arrived at the shelter. The weight is slowly coming on, and he’s been exploring a lot lately. When I pick him up, he’s not as bony. I don’t feel like I’m cuddling a faberge egg on the verge of breaking. He’s a very special boy. Lucky is going to save someone soon, I know. Yet, I am a little saddened at the thought of him leaving. Rationally, it is the best thing possible for him, finding a forever home that will spoil him rotten and treat him like a little prince. After all the time and emotion I’ve invested in his recovery, I am finding myself protective, like Wilson.
This past weekend, Lucky was awarded the START II Post-Caturday Shelter Award for Most Talkative. He was chatting away all morning Sunday, rolling around on his back and letting out little purr-meows. Each time I asked him a question, he came to the front of his cage and meowed at me. Once he vocalized his answer, he proceeded to rub against the cage doors until I opened them to pet him. I love him so much.
Wobbles (April) is such a ham. She has really come around in the past week. Now when she sees volunteers, she meows and purrs at them. I spent a bit of time with her yesterday. Wobbles was so excited to have so much attention that she kept flopping over and showing her belly. She couldn’t sit still! I gave her lots of pets and kisses. The wound on her neck is healing nicely. It’s scabbed and I’m sure it itches. It makes me itchy just to look at it. Nonetheless, it looks worse than what it really is. I managed to snap a picture of her on my cell phone. She was a little frightened by the phone when I stuck it in her cage, so I was only able to get one. I can’t express how happy I am that Wobbles is inside under our strict care, rather than outside fending for herself.