I haven’t written since last week. What’s new?
Last Wednesday we buried our beloved Robbie dog. (See The Saddest Day) We had EIGHT of our grandchildren and a couple of their mamas present. It was pretty unceremonious as most of the kids were running wild in the yard. It was the last day of school for them and they had energy to spare. Hubby had the hole for the burning bush dug and emptied Robbie’s “ashes” into said hole as we watched. Our young Bruiser dog was very interested! After that the kids scattered. It was the oldest and youngest grandgirls who stuck around as grandpa planted the bush (except for the infant who had no choice).
Side note to anyone who has never had a pet cremated: “Ashes” are NOT ashes! More like fragments. And that’s as specific as I’ll get here.
Hubby got the bush planted and mulched. It looks nice and will be beautiful in the fall when it turns bright red. No words were said. No tears. Kids running and annoying bugs flying. We stood for a minute more and then went back to the house. It was done. Time for cookout and to feed the hungry masses.
R.I.P. dear Robbie.
I’m so sorry your lost your pet xx