It has been about 4 weeks since Tasha's death and I have not been able to go pick up her ashes. Yesterday I asked my Step Son to do it for me and so off to the vet he went.
He returned with a beautiful rose laden tin with her ashes inside. After a good cry and I went about my business of the day.
Last night the girls wanted to play Scrabble and we doled out the tiles and I set my 7 tiles up and absent mindedly arranged the word "TREATS". Read my previous post and this will give you the shivers. Was my darling dog with us????
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