Remember this? A relief of Clutchie's paws in the snow the day before he died.
Remember how it turned into this?
On Sunday, I buried Clutchie's ashes under the bush where he used to rest with his
pink ball after fetching it just one too many times in the summer sun. I put the ashes on
top of his Therapy Dog ID card and then covered them with his ball, so
that just the handle with his collar tied on sticks out of the dirt. I did it tearfully.