He was individually cremated, as all my Swedish cats have been. I am not particularly spiritual or religious, but it has always given me such peace to have them home.
He only went for walks for two and a half months before he died, but when you lifted up his little harness he started hopping up and down and purring and chirping with happiness. As you clipped it on, he would boop your head and purr even louder. The little reflector came about because he – being black – would disappear under bushes and we could not figure out where he was. It caused the harness to slip down a bit but he never minded.