It's always hard, because it brings it all back with full force.  Yet
it also helps, because there is something you can hold, and touch, and
smell, even if it is not your baby, alive and breathing and with
spirit.

They called me yesterday to tell me Sabra's ashes were finally at the
vet's.  DH and I had already had to get up ungodly early (for us) and
go to back-to-back doctor's appointments, and I wasn't planning on
going out again.  But I had to have Sabra back home.

They were in a nice wooden box, along with a certificate, a small
envelope of his fur, and a card with his pawprint on it.  I lovingly
touched and smelled and held each reminder of him, tears flowing on
the bus, probably making other passengers uncomfortable.  But I didn't
care.

He's home now for good.  I will clean off the mantle today, find a
space for Sabra next to Sonia, Circe, Geesha, Tiki and Mojo, find a
couple of nice photos and a frame, and place my baby's ashes on the
mantle, with the framed photos on top.

Sabra is home, and forever with me in my heart.

Ginger-lyn

Home Pages:
 http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
 http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~summer/index.htm (genealogy)
 http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
                        Animals in Movies Website)