Wednesday, January 27, 2010


The pet cemetery in Hartsdale, New York was built at the end of the 1800's. Acres of pets are buried there, their headstones filled with the love of their owners. The pain of losing a loved companion is palpable as you walk through the paths between graves of yesterday and today and in some strange way that makes the pain of saying goodbye to your loyal friend a bit easier to take.(King Claudius' line in HAMLET came to mind again today as it did when my Dad passed away fifteen years ago, and I paraphrase, "Know not that your father lost his father and he his." It doesn't take away the pain, but it somehow puts it all in perspective.

We had Willie cremated and took him home to the city. His ashes sit on a shelf in the bookcase in the living room overlooking whatever we do. Whatever comfort there is, is to know that he is with us again, safe at home for as long as we live.

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