I lost my beautiful Zara 3 weeks ago and have cried everyday since . She was always by my side wherever I went and we spent a fantastic 14 years together. I'm devastated and so desperate for doggy love, but my youngest made me smile...
Zara's ashes were returned to us last Tues. Thurs night, I was on the fone in my bedroom (Zara is kept by my bed where she always slept) and youngest found my tweezers!
Next morning, she picked up the box asking 'but HOW do they get the bones in here, Mummy?' To my horror, as I looked at the box, she's inscribed stars around the name on the brass plate.
After the initial shock, I smiled . How can I possibly be angry?