8-30-15

I picked up Frisbee's ashes on Friday. They are in this box I bought last week-- the day after he died. It was made by a student at the university and I'd been watching it in the store window for a month or more. Squirt washed Frisbee's stuffed bear-- his first lovey toy, which he never tore apart, just licked. I'll frame a photo to add to the memorial shelf in the den. I cried for hours after picking up his ashes. It cut into me again. I miss him so.