Our sweet boy’s cancer took him from us
so suddenly. Before we could catch our breath, we had an urn of ashes sitting on
a shelf. I don’t intend to keep them. Some day we’ll release them – some in the
woods where he loved to run, some at the lake where he loved to swim. He doesn’t
belong on a shelf.
It's amazing how much emotion (and emotional impact, judging by my reaction) can be conveyed in 61 words.
ReplyDeleteOK. This one made me cry a little.
ReplyDeleteSo sad. I agree, he doesn't belong on a shelf.
ReplyDeleteThis pic makes me smile. He threw up a wake when he was swimming. Such a lab.
ReplyDeleteOh, that last line.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
ReplyDeleteWe spread our rottweiler's ashes at a mid missouri rock bed creek she loved to visit. And now have this connection to that place as well.
ReplyDeleteSally that sounds lovely. I feel like Howie is trapped in this ridiculous urn right now, as if his spirit is somehow anchored to those ashes.
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