Last week when I drove Kirby to the vet, I knew he wouldn’t be coming home with me. But I also didn’t think about the fact that the next time Kirby would be in the car, he’d be in the form of ashes.
I opted for a private cremation, no questions asked. I even had him cremated with the blankets that I brought him to the vet in. Cost wasn’t an issue, and it actually ended up only costing $80.
Today I got the phone call that Kirby’s ashes were ready to be picked up. Deeeeep breaths. I’ve cried a lot this past week and I really didn’t feel like crying anymore but I went straight out the door to pick up my piggy.
When Matt and I got to the vet’s office, the receptionist opened up a cabinet filled with beautiful gift bags, adorned with name tags and ribbon. As she looked through the bags for my Kirby, I said “Wow, guess I’m not the only one going through this.” It’s probably a daily occurrence for her.
She blessed us with her sympathies and I thanked the ladies for being so wonderful and making this process the easiest it could possibly be.
I didn’t cry. I was relieved and felt peace. My Kirby is back where he belongs…with me.