Rudy's stone came today. I knew that's what it was as soon as I saw the Federal Express ground truck drive up. Heard the porch door open and then slam shut. Peeked out of the curtain on the door and saw the box sitting there. Lifted the small box and felt how heavy it was. Cleared away the shipping peanuts and bubble wrap. But still, I wasn't prepared to see what it says. This weekend we will put it on his grave. I have a feeling I will never be completely prepared to go into that little clearing in the woods and see what it says. RUDY. September 17, 1995. September 25, 2005. So finite.

I am sorry that your wounds were opened up again. I know with Odin I had several. One was picking up his ashes, the other was getting my visa statement with the vet bill on it and just last night with rushing his brother Loki to the same ER Clinic. No matter what happens or how much time passes, often the smallest things will simply cut you open again and bring back all those painful memories. As hard as it is, just try and remember the love and happy times that you shared and that Rudy is waiting for you.

Take Care,
Cynthia

I got the call today that Nymph's ashes were ready for pickup, I could barely tell them that I would be in on Friday morning to get them as a rush of emotion washed over me. My girl died on Sept. 23rd.
I'm really trying hard right now to not focus on the end but on the wonderful years we shared and the happy memories. When I spread her ashes along with Spicey's on All Soul's Day, I will tell them how grateful I was for their presence in my life and for all the years of joy and love. The love doesn't die...
I hope you can find some peace in the happy memories...

Wounds of the heart never really heal they just kind of scab over a bit. I cannot imagine having that delivery and seeing the stone. You are right it kind of makes you realize this really did happen. But now you have a proper stone to mark her grave and maybe get a bit of closure? Hoping you are feeling better today. Take care.

Molly