Has it really only been one week?
Bolo's ashes came home today. Dad had chosen a lovely wooden box. On the way home from the Vet's he said that if there was any irony in the world, the box would have a Made in China tag on it. We looked and didn't see one. Drat.
I don't know if it was the Vet or the Crematorium (why is that such a hard word for me to say today?), but one of them made a cast of Bolo's footprint and included it with the ashes. I broke out in tears at the Vet's office when I saw it. Right there in the reception area.
I need to thank everyone for their lovely words this past week and the nice tributes to Bolo. Ear scratches to all of you that enjoy then, and hugs to those that don't.
Hey everyone, Stuffy here, following through on a request from Mr. Bolo to keep you updated on how everyone is doing.
Puppy is doing well, but he made Mom cry on Sunday when he went up to the big bed and said "Bo. Doggy?" For those that don't speak 2 year old, that means, where's Bolo? Mom told him, "Bolo's crossed the Rainbow Bridge Puppy. But he's still watching over you." And Puppy then got on the bed a proceeded to jump around like one of the 5 little monkeys.
As for Mom and Dad, well, I've asked some of the other stuffies around for their opinion:
Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on them.