I was between Wedding Bitch calls when the phone rang. Sunset Blvd Animal Clinic was calling to let me know that River’s ashes were ready to be picked up at my convenience. I had wondered aloud just the other day when his ashes might be ready, and apparently today was the day.
Rex went with me and he was very good in the car. In a Riverlike moment of yore I was forced to hit the brake at one point and he slid to the floor, narrowly missing the dash, and then looked at me as if to say, What the hell was that all about? Which made me laugh.
The receptionists at Sunset were all surprised to see me with a dog; they were full of questions and enjoyed meeting Rex. Right before River died I had purchased a six pack of Heartgard, so they gave me a refund for that. Then they handed me River’s ashes in a pretty green plastic bag. It startled me and I blurted, “Oh. A lovely parting gift.” They giggled and luckily I did, too.
Inside the bag was a certificate and a box. Inside the box was the urn, a white plastic container. It’s pretty modern looking compared to the wee purple traditional looking urn my cat Mercutio is in. At least I won’t confuse the two. Although, I’ve thought about buying a bush of some sort and burying River’s ashes beneath it in the backyard. Maybe by the door to my apartment. We’ll see.