Our faithful companion, Reggie is back home with us.

The vet called and let us know that Reggie's remains were

ready to be picked up and brought home.

Hubby went over to retrieve our faithful companion of

14 years and bring him back home to be with us.

Here's a picture of his 'urn' or more appropriately,

his wooden memorial.

My heart aches each time I pick up the box. 

The tears come back just as if it were the

weekend we made that heart wrenching decision

to let him go and suffer no more.

I miss him so and would do anything to have

him here with us instead of his remains...

but that is the heart talking, feeling, thinking.

My brain tells me we did the right thing

for Reggie, our beloved dog.

Why are the tears running down my cheeks?

I should be happy he is free of his earthly

suffering but I am not.

Not sure exactly what will be done with Reggie now.

Hubby said when he goes, he wants Reg to be placed with him,

which breaks my heart (note, he did not say he wants ME with him).

Thanks to all my readers who have read through the

story of the best dog in the world and listened to me

as I use my blog as a cathartic means to ease my pain and grief.

Until we meet at the Rainbow Bridge,
R.I.P. sweet, gentle Reginald Esman

You were the B-E-S-T and loved so much.