A week ago today, we said goodbye to our beloved old dog, Little Bear. We had him cremated and our vet’s office called this afternoon to let us know that Little Bear’s ashes were ready to pick up. Shortly after Ken got home from work, we went to get our boy. We requested his ashes be placed in a nondescript box because we were thinking then that we would bury him in our yard or scatter his ashes at my sister Marilyn’s acreage, where he loved to run freely without the confinement of a backyard fence, swim in her dugout and hang out with her dog, Aylmer. But now that Little Bear is home, we are thinking we’ll get an urn and keep him here.
I’ve struggled through many meltdowns this week but I know it’s all a natural part of the grieving process so (even though I’m shy and conservative) I allow myself the freedom to sob, wail, cry out to God and talk to Little Bear as I work my way through the suffering, I’m not a stranger to sorrow so I know that, as much as it hurts now, I will be okay and, ultimately, I will be left with many cherished memories of having had Little Bear in our lives for 14 1/2 years.