(((((Lisa & kitty))))) I'm so sorry.



We scattered each of our dogs' ashes at a park where they'd loved to walk. Each time DH and I and my first husband, their "dad," went to the ridge, scattered their ashes, shared some memories, and cast with their ashes one or two small (biodegradable) things that they'd enjoyed. My ex and his new wife and their dogs visit that park often. For myself and DH, it's more difficult to go there, but we can always feel the dogs' spirits when we do.

Only one of them made the decision easy for us. One did an awful premature death; one woke up one morning and almost literally told me "Mom, I'm tired of fighting;" the other two declined so slowly that it was difficult to say "this is the day." They never gave us a clear sign. We just had to make a judgment call on when the fun times they were still having, were outweighed by the bad times.