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I got back Misty's ashes today.
The box she was in looks like someone spent some time choosing it for her. It might have just been the luck of the draw, but it has a beautiful grain, a combination of many colors. It is what I would have chosen for her, had I been able to choose.
My spouse put it up, I didn't really want to do more than just glance at it when he brought it home. I just opened it up tonight. The box was heavier than I thought it would be, given that she was such a small dog. Inside were the cremains in a clear plastic bag. It wasn't shocking to me because I had seen cremains before, and I was pleased that they took great care with them. Cremains aren't automatically a fine grain sand look. After the cremation what is left has to be essentially ground down a bit more to make sure there's no identifiable teeth or bone fragments. I didn't know if they'd do that for dogs, but they did. It looks like grey sand, but you know it's not sand.
And inside were three rose petals, each a different color. Red, white, and pink. They were fake, but realistic looking, and they had a rose smell to them.
I cried. Someone took the time to do that. They didn't have to, many people never open the boxes that the remains are in. It was a small thing that was so kind, it really touched my heart.
I wish I could thank them and tell them what that meant to me. I may call the ER this week and find out the name of the service, so I can thank them for that and let them know how much it meant to me.
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