The air is cooler. Leaves are starting to fall. And we are working on finding what normal is.
I picked up Hope’s ashes yesterday. When the assistant at the funeral home pulled out the cremation certificate, the card with the paw imprint was there. I cried. The woman understood. She, too, was a dog lover and owner. Every time I see one of those paw imprint cards I get emotional.
The good news is a schnauzer was saved yesterday from being killed today. Hope’s foster mom retrieved a little salt-and-pepper fellow from a shelter’s death row. I told a dear friend of mine who lost a schnauzer to cancer last month. My friend will be taking Shaggy to his “furever” home with her soon.
We can’t save them all, but we have to do what we can.