When we’d discussed funeral arrangements she’s said that she wanted to be cremated and I told her that I’d have her ashes buried with me if she went first. She was 38 when she died and I was 42, so I ended up with a box of ashes that would have been kicking around for decades. What if there was a house fire? It seemed a bit perverse to buy a fire safe to keep ashes in. One of her wishes was for a memorial to her and her favourite cat so I decided to have her ashes buried, keeping a small pot of them to be buried with me. That way they would be somewhere safe and there would be a place to put her memorial.
I talked about ideas for the memorial with a local stone smith and the design I came up with was a sculpture of a cat curled up on a fallen headstone. The cat is on top of the inscription so the only clear text is Sharon’s name and “…early loved by her family and kindred spirit to Little Jessie Madame”.
I think of it as the Eternal Cat Sculpture; the headstone is in purbeck marble and the cat is in polished granite, and over the years the purbeck will age but the polished marble will stay looking exactly as it does now, so the slick polished cat will be sitting on an increasingly weathered stone.
Well done just beautiful.
This is so beautiful, and Patrick, even long after you are gone, it will bring a smile to future visitors.
Beautiful and serene.