So why post this today? Because today we bring home the final earthly remains of our dear friend of twelve years. I don't believe that "he" is in his ashes or anything like that, but all the same it's a small comfort to bring him home. We are planning to scatter some of his ashes (again, my selfishness and need to keep some small part of 'him' with me prevents me from throwing them all to the wind) in some of his favorite places. He loved being outside and his daily walks were a great source of his happiness. He had some established "spots" along his walking path that he would stop daily, so it seems fitting that a tiny trace of him should be left there.
I look forward to finishing my remembrances in the hope that those who knew him will find some comfort in the knowledge that he lived a full and wonderful (I'd even say spoiled) life and that all that could be done, was done in his illness. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.