Friend Al,
I miss seeing you and I miss our long, enjoyable conversations.
My hearfelt condolences on Sam's passing over the Rainbow Bridge. I truly believe that the grieving we go through is directly proportional to the love we feel for our critters. If we didn't care, we wouldn't grieve. It takes time...and at the end, we have only pleasant memories.
Stuart's predecessor was a Scotty named Mac. Mac lived to be fourteen and he was my buddy, my soulmate. Interestingly, Stuart was born a day after Mac died. When we got Stuart, he was three and was a retired show dog. Believe it or not, his personality is precisely like Mac's. We've always refered to it as daja dog and it's like Mac came back for another go-around.
I know precisely what you are going through with Samantha; your trips to the tree and all of that. A half-cup of Mac's ashes and a half-cup of Stuart's ashes will be mixed up with our ashes. We aren't rushing it, but that is the plan.
I feel sorry for those who do not have deep feelings and a love of dogs.
Steve
