You’re Home

 Dear Stinky,

I brought you home on Wednesday.  I know you’re no longer here on Earth, but it makes me feel better knowing that what is left of you is here with us.  In the Snuggle Room, where you loved to be.  I brought my baby home, and I hope you’re as proud of me as I am for adulting this much.

It wasn’t easy, but I’d do it again for you in a heartbeat.  I was there when you passed, and I brought you home.  Seatbelted you into the front seat, since we already have Tammy’s dog Peppers your car seat.  He loves it, by the way.  Thank you for spreading your love.

I remember how much you loved going bye-byes in my car (except going to the vet, of course).  You loved sitting up high—I’m so glad I was able to get that car in time for you to enjoy it the past year and a quarter.  You loved sitting up high—you always did!  Whether that meant in the car or the dining room table.  You also had serious FOMO, so I guess that’s one benefit of Heaven—your bird’s eye view.

I just wanted you to know, in case you didn’t see, that you’re home.  Your paw prints in clay, you paw and snoot ink prints, you lock of tail hair (that’s sticking out of the bag!) and body hair, your ashes—they’re all here with us.  And one day when I have a house of my own, I’ll bring one of your clay paw prints with me.  So my house will have a Stinkin’ shrine too.  So you’ll always be home.  Because 🎵 home is wherever I’m with you🎵. ♥️🐾