I can't believe what I've just done...

[anigo]

Sooooooo....
I had Gunner cremated, but Richard doesn't know because he didn't want to have to deal with it. He wanted everything to be over and he wanted to move on. Fair enough, but I coudn't stand the thought of the "mass burial" (basically a pit full of dog carcasses) so I opted for cremation.

Friday I picked up the urn, took it home and sobbed a bit. But now, what to do with it? Do I bury it in the back yard? Do I take it to the country? What to do. I decided that I should just hold off on making a decision until I knew it was the right one. But in the meantime, what to do with the urn? I couldn't just leave it around the house. So i decided to take it work and leave it on a shelf until I knew where the final resting place would be.

So today I took it to work.

And on the way to work, the top fell off the urn.

And now Gunner's ashes are in the bottom of the bag.

WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?

Dump them back in, and rinse the urn off? (flushing some of Gunner away?)

Thank god they didn't spill in the office. "Dear cleaning lady. Please do not vacuum my office, as my dog is currently all over the floor." Or in the parking garage... "YOU RAN OVER MY DOG!!!" Or, God forbid, in the car - "Sorry, Richard, it's just a little dirt..."

I think I will take the whole bag home and bury it.

This feels like a bad episode of Three's Company.

Comments

Ya know....

[64tbird.livejournal.com]

Only you.

Or maybe me.

Spilling your dog in your bag is better than having your mother ride an updraft and blow back in your face, hair, purse, eyes.....

Not that I would know anything about that.