You may need more than a little hankie before this is all over. I sure did.

You may need more than a little hankie before this is all over. I sure did.

It had to happen.

I got Scrappy’s ashes back and the peacey, calmy, sereney Me vanished.

Griefy Me returned.

I'm sure you know the feeling.

I’m sure you know the feeling.

I purchased a nice container before I screwed up the courage to pick up his cremains.

Much to my surprise, his ashes were already in a beautiful wooden container they provided.

This cremation service is a class act. They even clipped some hair from his chest and put it in a small plastic bag. I know it was his chest because the hair was all white.

“How thoughtful” I thought as I sobbed.

I opened the bag and tried to smell the hair, wanting to get a whiff of him one last time.

Nada. I have to rely on my memory of that musty Scrappy Dog smell.

I know it well. I buried my nose in his fur a million times telling him, “I love the way you smell.” I must have been a dog in a former life.

So I put the wooden box inside the box I purchased. It has room for his collar and the plastic container of his precious hair.

Anyway, I see what remains of Scrappy every time I pass my dresser. He’s front and center, between Wolfer and Humphrey, my other two furry canine companions who traveled for too short a time with me.

I picked the box because the decorative part reminded me a bit of an old time world map. Scrappy--ever the traveler...

I picked the box because the decorative part reminded me a bit of an old time world map. Scrappy–ever the traveler…

I touch the box and my heart aches. His inanimate presence makes me miss him more than his total absence did. Is that odd?

When I placed Scrap in his final resting place, I sang a special song. It was my little funeral for him, I suppose.

I have a special song for all of my furry (and feathery) loved ones who have gone but are waiting for me. I always picked the song while they were alive, knowing the lyrics held a special message about them and my relationship with them.

This is the song I picked for my Scrappy.

I picked it because, as you know, we were both abandoned souls with bruised hearts who saved each other by working on healing old wounds, trusting we were worthy of love.

Who loves ya, Baby? I do!

Who loves ya, Baby? I do!

Billy Joel wrote the song and it’s performed by Adele. This video provides the all important lyrics.

You’ll understand…He did.

Does anyone else pick songs for their furry friends, or is this just another quirky thing that I do?