It doesn’t seem like twelve days and four hours ago that I said goodbye to Kye.
Today, her ashes are ready for me to collect from the veterinary clinic. I’m about to make my way there now. I know it’s not her but I need to bring them home. Hopefully someone somewhere might scatter us together off the cliffs at Portland Bill or at the top of Grouse Mountain, when that time comes.
I know it’s just ashes. I know that but it’s a small comfort and, despite my head telling me it’s ridiculous and meaningless, one I feel compelled to cling to.
Lani is doing much better now, thankfully. She was a sad little husky for several days but just yesterday she began to seem like my Little Bear again. Unfortunately though, she’s developed a nasty limp that occurs after each walk and she needs to visit Mr Starr herself now. So, Monday at 5:30 pm will be her first visit to the clinic without Kye. I’m hoping whatever the problem is can be solved with rest and that surgery on her leg wont be necessary, because I’d hate to be the one who has to hold her down and shave off three tons of fur to fix it!
