14 Sept 2015
Home Again
A week after Flem died, C came home with this bag.
Inside was a candle,
a poem on a card,
and a green box. There was an option to have the ashes in an urn, but we chose not to do that.
And inside the box -
I should also add that the day after Fleming died, our vet kindly and thoughtfully sent us flowers.
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So sad, this post. I can feel your loss, Man's best friend. Like my very very good friend who passed away in a fatal self-accident last year - up to this day, I don't think I have got over it. Still will think of him sometimes.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the loss of your friend. Flem has been my constant companion throughout my retirement, and life will be different now.
DeleteA befitting closer. God Bless.
ReplyDeleteThank you sweetee.
DeleteMy pet poodle Snowy died about 8 years ago and lived for 17 years (making her a centenarian dog). Her ashes were thrown into the sea from Bedok Jetty. The following years, I had vivid dreams of her a number of times. If there is a dog's heaven, she must surely be there.
ReplyDeleteDogs are special creatures and I benefited from my relationship with Flem in many ways. One of the reasons we did not opt for an urn was to keep the option of scattering the ashes open. But now, unlike you, I think I will keep the ashes. Haven't had any dreams of Flem yet but look forward to having them.
DeleteI feel your pain. How does one get over the loss of a loved one? How do you heal the gaping hole left behind when a life so entwined with yours is brutally torn away? I so wish there is some place where we will all be reunited in the end.
ReplyDeleteYes it is very hard. Thank you for your comment.
DeleteTime heals Arthur. Think of the happy times together!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Wish I know who you are.
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