Sign


After our heartbreaking experience at the shelter on Sunday, I woke up Monday to an email from my friend Elissa who works at the Humane Society; Emma's ashes were ready to be picked up. So yesterday after work I headed back to the shelter, to pick up what was left of Emma in a little cardboard box. I instantly felt guilty about having been there the day before, to look for new animals while Emma still hadn't been returned to us. It sounds exceedingly corny, but I think we needed to wait for Emma to come home, to lead us to the next animal to care for. I say this because with the little cardboard box cradled in my left…

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