Last month I lost a dear friend, my dog Chile. She died the day after her 10th birthday from kidney failure. My girl and I spent a nice last day. She went for a ride in the car with me, one of her favorite things, and for a brief moment we were back in the days when she was a puppy. I got to spend a lot of time that day with Chile, I got to tell her how much I love her and she told me in her own way that she loves me. I was there when she died on my porch, I was glad to be there in her last moments. The tears were flowing my Friends.

To make matters worse, it took the Humane Society a month to cremate her body and get the ashes back to me. I did not realize how much it bothered me, I wanted closure to be sure. But I was so worried that they lost my girl. I finally was able to retrieve her ashes and she joined her younger brother Calvin who died in August 2 years ago. I sprinkled her ashes into the river near our house with her favorite flowers -- roses. Chile always sniffed roses, she seemed to enjoy it. Most other dogs in my life would more likely poo on the bush than sniff the roses :-D but not my Chile girl. So I clipped some roses and we went to her favorite swimming hole and I watched on the bank as her ashes floated downstream with her roses from her yard. Peace at last...