Brenda's Ashes

I picked up Brenda's ashes today. It was hard to be back at the vet's office. I've been avoiding going, but it wasn't until I glanced into the room where Brenda died that I became emotional. I wanted to thank Dr. Delorenzo for her compassion and the charitable donation she made in Brenda's name, but she wasn't in the office. Sending her a card is easier than seeing her, anyway.

The tin urn is smaller and more simple than I imagined it'd be. My grandma's urn is the only other I've seen, and that looks almost like a gaudy flower pot. There were pamphlets in the bag advertising the canine version of the gaudy urn, of course, but for now Brenda's sitting on my book case.

On my way home, I started thinking about the most appropriate thing to do with the ashes. It's hard, because Brenda's favorite place was in my arms.