Today the vet's office called to tell me your ashes were back, and ready to be picked up. I thought I was ready for that call, though discovered I really wasn't. Ashes. I just never thought we would be here, at this point. I still can't wrap my brain around the fact you are gone, much less exist only in a small box of ashes.
I have made a small tree for the shelf above our bed, and you will lay there, underneath it, just as you did in our yard, on warm summer days.
I find comfort in knowing you will soon be home, where you belong. I just wish you could come back, as you were, before your disease took you from us...full of love, life and beauty.
I love you, Bun. See you soon...