He has been buried in my back yard in a beautiful cardboard casket the vet so sweetly gave me, along with his favorite cuddly blanket and my mother put a small red rose bud with stem in there with him. I am carving a headstone for him.
I have nothing else to say right now, I don't believe it has fully hit me. I must gather all of his things and put them away. Chickster wouldn't get near him as I tried to let her smell him, but she growled and ran away. This was her first experience with death so I can imagine.
Thank you all for your kind words and support, it was so helpful and desperately needed, along with everything else.