I left the country for vacation. About a month later I had returned to New York. First thing I did when I got home was asked my mother if her ashes had came in. She looked at me & sighed. What could've possibly gone wrong now? She sat me & my sister down & told us how there was a misunderstanding at the animal hospital & they had place her in general cremation along with other dogs. I tried my hardest to hold in all my emotions & I just ran to the bathroom & locked the door. There I was lying on the floor in so much sadness & a whole lot of anger.
Now that about 8 months or so have passed I started to think that it was best if I didn't have her ashes. I don't want just ashes of my dog! I just want my dog, alive of course. After I came home from the animal hospital the day she was placed to sleep, I put her dog stroller on top of my closet along with the same blanket she always slept in. I refuse to even touch any of it. I used her collar as a bracelet for about a month until I decided to leave it somewhere visible & safe by my bed. No other dog will ever replace my punkee.
