I'm Not As Much Of A Mess As I Would Have Expected
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Monday, the vet's office called and said that Traci's ashes were in and were ready to be picked up at my convenience. We also received a lovely card with a note in it from our vet. (She is really a gem and so wonderful to the pet parents as well as the pets!) I cried all the way home from water aerobics (I checked my messages before leaving the gym) and as a result, hubby and I decided to wait until the puppy appointment today to pick up her ashes.
When I checked in with the puppies, I asked about Traci's ashes and they put them where I could pick them up on my way out. I wondered why they didn't give them to me at the beginning of my appointment but immediately became teary and thought to myself, "Duh, you would be bawling all over the place if you didn't wait until you were through." Wouldn't you know it? The puppies picked up an intestinal infection and have had bloody diarrhea since Monday but no other symptoms. The vet had to come in and look at them and they couldn't get their 3rd puppy shot. They had to be hydrated, wormed (their 3rd worming) and given an antibiotic. At first I panicked because I just couldn't face any more doggie illnesses. The vet was wonderful and reassured me after checking them over carefully and running some tests. What a relief! It was also nice to not spend an arm and a leg for their treatment.
On the way out, I picked up Traci's ashes. Who ever handled the cremation did an awesome job. The ashes were in a little carved wooden box with a brass plate on top that said "Traci". There was a little bag with some of her fur preserved and a nice poem attached. There was also a rolled up piece of paper but I haven't had the time or the nerve to look at that yet. I did have some tears in my eyes as I left and I now totally understand why the vet waited until after the puppies were treated to give the ashes to me. I'm not as much of a mess as I would have expected. That was a surprise.