by Chris R.
(Alexandria, VA)
As I arrived home this afternoon at 16:30 hours I was listening to my voice mail messages. One of them was from the vet clinic letting me know that my baby was cremated and I could pick the remains up.
Well I went down to pick the remains up and I lost it again. It was sad to see this little box that contained the love of my life. It has been less than a week that I returned home from a trip to find my baby is now in a box. I went food shopping, went to a restaurant and took her inside with me. I could not bear to see her in a box waiting for me in the car.
Now, I am typing this and feel better now that she is back with me. It might be only ashes but it's better than not having her at all...

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