Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Buddy is Home

I collected Buddy's ashes today. Such a small box to contain a dog with such an oversized personality. I'll be honest, it was difficult being there. A family was leaving as I arrived, grief etched on their faces, so my composure dissolved before I'd even walked through the door. But the women who worked there were lovely, hugs and Kleenex were passed around, and I got through it. They really are angels, doing the work they do. It's so appreciated by those of us who are grieving and not quite in our right minds.

As I drove away, I looked down at the clock and it read 11:11. (My sisters and I joke that when we see 11:11 on the clock, it's our Nana saying hello from the other side.)

Hi to you too, Budster. You're home now, little guy.


nightsmusic said...

Awwww. Now, I'm sitting here at work with tears streaming down my cheeks, and my coworkers want to know if I'm okay. How do I explain it's not me, I'm hurting for you. So sorry, Pam. Really. But as long as he's in your heart, there's a part of him that's still alive. Huge virtual hugs from me.

Ian Elgert said...

Sorry for your loss Pam. Was just reading your blog, as I do once every few months, and felt sad for your loss of Buddy. Pets are so much a part of our respective families and they're surely missed when they leave us. It's been a while, hope you and Doug are still diving!

(Ian - Sandals Fanatic)

klasieprof said...

OH MAN THAT JUSWT SUCKS. So sorry about your loss. In case you haven't seen it...I love this:
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

A Novel Woman said...

Yes, Ian, still diving. Grenada next!