We picked up her ashes today. The chapter is closed. It made me sad to see a line of blue bags across the floor at the vet’s office. There was atleast 5 of them. One was her, her ashes, her whole life burned away and put into a blue bag. I’m glad that she is home. I’m glad that she is at peace.
I had put the task of picking her up into the category of “errands”. Pay rent, pay the electric bill, pick up her ashes. I didn’t want it to be yet another emotional moment. I could not fool myself. I put her up in the front seat with me for the drive home. I could not bring myself to put her in the back of my jeep like a bag of groceries.
Now that we are home, I can let the tears fall down one last time. It is time to move on.