Ashes

I took last week off and flew to Germany for a Viking Rhine cruise.  I needed to run away for a bit, to try to clear my thoughts (and tear ducts).  It helped… for a short while.

I didn’t sleep well last night.  Correction, I slept well while I slept.  Unfortunately, I was up at 3:30, wide awake… thoughts racing through my head.  I got up, took a shower, then vacuumed the car (it sorely needed a good cleaning).

At 7 a.m., I decided it might be a good time to spread Basty’s ashes.  It has been a month since his passing, and I felt a driving need to do it.  Being so early, it would be a good time as no-one would be on Elgin trail yet, and I would have the privacy to be with it.  I chose a spot at the bend of the Nicomekl River, where one can view the boats.  I call it ‘Basty’s Point’.  It is a place where Basty always stopped to sniff around.  Often, we would sit a spell, on the park bench, perhaps photograph the marina.

I spread his ashes on several clumps of Yellow Daffodils.  Daffodils typically come out in mid-April, so will be an annual reminder of a special life.  Into the urn I placed a copy of the last verse of ‘Seasons In The Sun’, his puppy photo, and the fur I cut from his left ear and tail prior to cremation; I buried the urn between two of the daffodil clumps.

It was a calm but cloudy morning.  Just as I buried the urn, the sun broke through the clouds for just a few moments… almost as if Basty was sending his love.  A coincidence, I am sure… but I am going with it.

I knew from the day I decided to bring Basty into my life, that parting would be very difficult.  And it is.

2018-03-21-12017-10-29_12017-03-31-1 Basty

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