H's LAST RIDE HOME.

Good grief it's Friday again. Who has put time on fast forward? If we are only alotted so many days on this earth. I sure wish they would slow down the process a little. I'm afraid I am going to run out of days before I'm ready to go.

Yesterday afternoon with the September sun streaming through the windshield, The Emperor, "I" and me headed out North Main, To bring "H" home. We had talked all day, The Emperor and I about being able to get him back here. We were anxious. We just felt the need to have him back with us.

The Emperor had taken him to the "Pets Forver" the morning he died. The lady said it would take a couple of days. He was wrapped in his favorite blanket. The Emperor asked for him to be cremated in it. The lady said yes. So the deed had been done. The call came. "H" was ready to make his last trip home.

We were all three rather quiet on the way, nervous. Even "I" seemed to have a foreboding of something going to happen. The lady had said on the phone she had to leave the house real quick but would be back in twenty minutes. The Emperor said we would be on the way. We got there first, parking outside the building. She pulled up, got out of the car with the Death certificate and Creamation paper in a envolope. "I" hung out the car window. The Emperor got out to meet her. Then sudnelly as she apporached the car, looking at "I"' smiling. "I" went crazy. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, deep growls, barking. The lady visably jumped back five steps. Did "I" know this woman cremated her Bub's. I don't know. But although she barks alot she has never reacted to anyone like that before.

The lady hurried away to bring "H" out. She came back, staying away from the car, with a very small can, very small. Covered with roses. She handed it to the Emperor and he got in the car. All of us transfixed as we stared at the can. This was "H" along with his blankey. "Holy S--t."

Now "H" was not a big dog. Probably around fifteen pounds but I think we were honestly expecting something a little bigger. The silence engulfed us. "I" climbed on my lap. She eyed the can with suspicison. The Emperor held the can out. "This," he said, "Is "H". She backed into me. You could tell she was thinking, This little can is not my Bubs.

We rode home pretty much in silence. Each of us locked in our own thoughts, mingled with sadness. I don't know about the Emperor but I was thinking this is how I will be someday. Probably a little bigger can though. It made me feel a little vulnurable. I am happy though we chose this route. Having our friend cremated. If you love your pet as we love ours. Its the only was to fly.

So its back to being the four of us again. But "I" slips around the house, lost. Having "H" around is all she has ever known. We all are lonley for our little friend. Although he is here, having him in a can is just not the same thing.

So for one more day I will close this off and make my way once more out of Blogland. I'm just walking and thinking. Just how big of a can are they going to need for me? Oh well, I guess there is no use worrying about it. For now, I'm outta here.