Today Ella and I picked up Zoey's ashes. Ella stood next to me rubbing my back and squeezing my hand. I picked up the box and we walked to the car. It was heavier than I thought. I guess I thought ashes would be lighter some how. I don't know why. I sat in the car and cried for a minute trying to wrap my head around it all (again). The vet sent a sweet poem too and reading it made me cry again. It was awful. But a friend said to me that he bet it was the only bad memory I had of her. Thinking about that, he was right. She was such a good girl and all of my memories of her are wonderful ones.
xo, M
The weight of ashes, a profound thought. Sending you love, as I too miss my Creed dog.
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