The dog is on the kitchen counter!

Yesterday Doug went to pick up Sasha's cremains from the vet.   She's on the counter.  In a box.  It's the one time it's ok that the dog is on the counter.  Ok, I have a sick sense of humor.

The vet sent along the poem "Rainbow Bridge" and on the sheet of paper they had put a pawprint in ink of Sasha's actual paw.  Pretty sweet.  If you've never read the poem, grab a hanky and hit this link.

That's nothing though.  I have a butt print of Sasha's actual butt.  In the snow.  Here it is:

For book club we read the book "Every Last Cuckoo".  There is an older woman in the book who takes pictures outdoors of nature, and they are extreme close ups of unusual things (like Moose poop, or moss on trees, etc) so you don't always know exactly what you are looking at.  Kind of abstract but striking.  Just like my photo...heehee.