Picked up Jake today. I was studying the bill when the tech handed me a paper sack. Startled, I looked up at her. This is Jake? I'm taking my dog home in a bag, like it was a pair of shoes I had just purchased at the mall. In the car, I looked in the bag and there are several pieces of paper printed with stories that I know will make me cry, so I don't read them.
At home, I unpack the bag. Inside a lovely blue velvet bag is a cedar box with my Jake's remains. He now sits on a shelf in my office. Home at last.
I keep a year's worth of ribbons on a bulletin board in my office. Jake still has ribbons hanging from his shows this past spring. How can he be gone?
At home, I unpack the bag. Inside a lovely blue velvet bag is a cedar box with my Jake's remains. He now sits on a shelf in my office. Home at last.
I keep a year's worth of ribbons on a bulletin board in my office. Jake still has ribbons hanging from his shows this past spring. How can he be gone?
In case you are wondering how much it costs for half-a-dozen vets to figure out what is wrong with your dog over a week of hospital care - $3600. I can't imagine what it would be if they had actually found something wrong. How do people afford this?
So I put his Certificate of Cremation into the binder where I've kept all his other Certificates of Agility. Oddly, the brochure on grieving included in the bag doesn't mention bitterness.
So I put his Certificate of Cremation into the binder where I've kept all his other Certificates of Agility. Oddly, the brochure on grieving included in the bag doesn't mention bitterness.
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