Excellent job, Laz! Our pets really do make us better people. We picked up Musket’s ashes on Saturday. I cried all the way home. A much bigger box than his buddy’s, Kenny. Both of their boxes are under our bed. I hope with time that the good memories are the only memories we can remember of them. That is what I am struggling with right now... the bad ones. Love and hugs to you... Mom
p.s. Cathy was a beautiful girl. Her life was meaningful and good because of you. Your life is meaningful and good because of her. That’s how I choose to look at our human bonding with our pet buddies.
The bad memories are supposed to be there, and so are the good ones. I’m trying to dwell in the good ones... thank you for your thoughts...