I got a call from the vet today.

“We have Simba’s ashes here.”

I went immediately to pick them up, and that familiar sinking feeling in my stomach emerged.

When I realized what I was doing, the tears began to flow uncontrollably. A floodgate opened.

The vet’s sweet intern, Curtis, ushered me into a side room and showed me the box. As he opened it up, he told me the vet and his staff got a gift for us because they like us, and because they know how special a cat Simba was.

They got us a clay paw print–and I am so grateful:

Here is the blue urn I ordered–Simba’s ashes inside:

God, he was such a beautiful cat. Such a special cat. A wise cat. One of the things I miss most, now that he’s gone, is how our eyes used to lock. It was as if he saw right through me, into the reality of my being. That’s right….He was an existential cat. We shared a sublimely existential love.