Returning to the village this morning included lots of hugs and and “welcome back’s”. When I walked in the door of my house, Pepper ran up to me and I scooped him up in my arms and hugged him tight and smothered him with kisses.
Lucky, being deaf, didn’t hear me come in so I walked to where he was lying on the sofa and he looked at me inquisitively, focusing his near blind eyes on my image. He then began to sniff at me as I leaned down and gently lifted him into my arms. His sniffing became more intense and finally his eyes lit up and he welcomed me back home with a huge swipe of his enormous tongue.
Out of habit, I looked around for my Katie girl. By that time, she would have slinked out of one of her hiding places to casually say “hello” to me and give me one of her headbutts.
That’s when I spotted her tiny tin urn on the kitchen counter. And that’s also when I felt the emptiness of not having her in the house.
I’m grateful that Dusty and Kas honored our wishes and took care of getting her cremated so that she can always be with us. The crematory also sent us a beautiful card sending their condolences.
But I can’t cuddle or headbutt a tin full of ashes.
My heart broke all over again, in spite of her being gone for over a month now.
I miss her and wish she were back. Alive and well and not in a tiny tin box. Our Pentagon is gone.
Goodnight, sweet girl.