I picked up Logan’s ashes today.  I went in, and found someone to ask, “Is this the right place to pick up remains?”

She asked my name and my pet’s name and said she’d be right back.

She came back with a nice white lucite/plastic box tied with blue ribbon.  The attached card had Logan’s name on it.  It was heavy for such a little box.  I can’t believe he fit in it!

As she handed me the box, she said, very sincerely, “I am so sorry.”   

I got to my car and cradled the white box.  I kept it on my lap while I drove home.  I have his collar on my rear view mirror and kept looking at it.

About 1/4 mile from home, I totally lost it.  Just cried so hard.  I pulled into the garage and put the van in Park.  And I sat in the car sobbing, clutching the box to my chest so hard it was digging into me.  I cried hard for a good 10 minutes.  total Boo-hoo shuddering crying, tears streaming down my face.

I so needed that.  What a release.  I’ve been trying to keep it together for the ZBoys, and I just needed to really have a good cry.

I feel better and more at peace about his passing now.