Tuesday, October 13, 2009

I Am Serendipity's Bitch

I arranged with the vet to donate all of Emily's unused medications. We had a lot of pretty expensive stuff left over and, while I would (and have in years gone by) accrue debt if need be to care for the baby girl, I know that it's simply not possible for some people. I don't know if what I had will help anyone but I'm going to hope and pretend that it did. Going in to actually drop the stuff off was another matter. I wanted to do it myself but I didn't want to go in alone and I didn't even want to go in with just another human. I also wasn't crazy about going in with just a borrowed dog since that might imply a swiftness of replacement I'm really not comfortable with.

Enter NDP. We used to walk together with our shepherds about once a week but have fallen out of the habit. She recently got back from a fabulous vacation, heard through the grapevine about my girl and checked in. We agreed that beginning our walking again would be a good thing, even if we were down a dog. I was seriously considering just going to donate the meds on my own but secretly hoping she'd call for a walk and this evening she did.

I met NDP and her Tim on the street and we walked over to the vet. I have a lot of respect for the receptionist at my vet, she's been nothing but organized, helpful and kind. She was on the phone when we walked in so I lounged at the window to wait while Tim thoroughly sniffed the premises. The receptionist swiveled in her chair and picked up a paper shopping bag from behind her. I looked around to see who she'd be serving before me. She handed me the bag. NDP helped me out and said, "Oh, you're getting Emily back!" It was Miss Em. There's a cardboard box and some literature in the bag. I think there will be a tin inside the box but I haven't opened it yet. She's smaller than I expected but a little heavier, too. NDP asked if I wanted to take her home before we continued our walk but I didn't. I figured I'd just take her for spin as we did in days of yore. It was a good walk.

Now my girl is back home. It's sad but it's a good thing.


  1. I'm glad you got her back. Now you won't have to make another trip to the vet to pick her up.

    I was surprised, too, by how heavy Mom's ashes were. This was my first experience with such a thing, and I had no idea what to expect.

  2. Yeah, those things are heavy. And no tin inside. At least not for me. Just a nice 3 mil bag. Gravelly. More like rock than "ash". Of course, it's almost all bone by the time you get it.

  3. This made me cry. I'm sorry, again, for the loss of the lovely Miss Em. I have my cat's ashes in a lovely urn in my living room and it's a great comfort to me to know where she is. I hope the days get easier for you.

  4. Kizz... you are stunning. Such grace, such elegance. Truly inspired.

  5. I love, love, love that you took Emily on your walk.

  6. *sniff*

    I should have a nice box for you soon.