A meltdown
I got a package yesterday from the pet memorial place. I was certain it was the urn for my Marshy with his ashes and paw prints. I actually went downstairs to the guard booth to pick it up myself. I didn’t want it sitting there. I was already anxious and upset. These were what was left of my sweet boy. I opened the box and the urn, while pretty, was larger than I expected. It was also light, too light….
