We had a marvelous shelter dog named Thorn. Even people who didn’t like dogs liked Thorn. Like a good friend of the human sort, she was intelligent, trusting, and light of heart. When I think of her, she is running for joy in wild circuits around the Kid, with her big smile on. You may wonder why the Kid named a lovely dog ‘Thorn’. Well, he was calling himself Spike then, and in need of a sidekick.
Thorn died far too young, but that’s a story for another time, or for another blog.
Her ashes were returned to us in a box, which has been stored in a container with Halloween decorations (!?) under my bed for five years. From the perspective of feng shui, or even voodoo, this was probably not the best location. It was always my intention to scatter Thorn’s ashes in the back garden. But the monumental construction project, the garage apartment, was impending.
On January 1st, at last, I set Thorn’s ashes free in the new garden.
It feels like a proper send off for a loved companion. It feels auspicious to have done it on the first day of a new year.
For the record: I would also like to have my ashes set free. When the time comes, you friends and family will get a little sachet of my grit, a party favor from the funeral. Toss me out somewhere in the wide world. For someone who loves the garden and the outdoors, it is fitting to become a soil amendment.
Her ashes were returned to us in a box, which has been stored in a container with Halloween decorations (!?) under my bed for five years. From the perspective of feng shui, or even voodoo, this was probably not the best location. It was always my intention to scatter Thorn’s ashes in the back garden. But the monumental construction project, the garage apartment, was impending.
On January 1st, at last, I set Thorn’s ashes free in the new garden.
It feels like a proper send off for a loved companion. It feels auspicious to have done it on the first day of a new year.
For the record: I would also like to have my ashes set free. When the time comes, you friends and family will get a little sachet of my grit, a party favor from the funeral. Toss me out somewhere in the wide world. For someone who loves the garden and the outdoors, it is fitting to become a soil amendment.
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What is funny/odd/sick about me is that I care more about what happens to my dog's ashes than what will happen to mine someday. I have an urn that I've been waiting to do the right thing with- hasn't made itself clear to me yet...
Yes, when you are ashes you just can't be bothered about the choice of urns anymore.
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