My familiar was with me for nearly 18 years. She died in my arms, just a few hours before I had scheduled her put down. It was a typical thing for us. She knew more & I was left asking questions.
Once the life had drained from her sick & weak body I cradled her in my arms crying uncontrollably. She smelled sweet, like Kiwi & patchouli. Once I realized I was holding a dead animal in my arms I shot up, plagued with uncertainty. I cleared a table & set her out. I washed her fur, face & bottom with the care of a surgeon. I placed her favourite toys, some water & a serving of her favourite food in a dish, around her dead body. I lit candles. It made me realize without action, ideas are nothing more than a hollow tree.
I washed her, annointed her with the oils of her culture, spent 18 hours in vigil (that was me), took her to her favorite vet & had her cremated.