E.J. Moncada writes:
Hardy was very fond of his cat and very upset at its death, as his poem tells us. Accordingly, the succession of circumstances following Hardy's own death seem rather ironic. Hardy's heart was to be buried in Stinsford, England, his birthplace, while the rest of his body was cremated in Dorchester. It happened, however, that Hardy's sister who had taken pro tem possession of her brother's heart left it on her kitchen table and her cat snatched it and ran off into the woods with it.
I can only imagine the pulverous remains of the great poet being much put out and inditing, perhaps, the following plea to the felonious feline: O Catte, ne cor edito.
for another version of the circumstances surrounding Hardy's death.