Almost two weeks have passed and we still miss our little dog Yoda. One Sunday morning I came down to find him asleep on the couch. When I called for him to go out and pee he didn't come. I went to the couch to notice that he wasn't breathing. He had died sometime between 7 and 8.30 that morning.
We all miss the funny, stupid, silly, and naughty things he did.
As we talked about what to do with his body the kids became a little distressed at the idea of him being in the ground either here or in Utah. Then I later found our that it's illegal to bury a pet in the yard here. At any rate we decided that we would have him cremated. After all what's another 150.00$ when we have spent thousands on this "special dog".
Now, I know you are rolling your eyes (Ryan), @ the cost when you would have taken the dog to see "the guy" long ago. But to the kids and Bjorn and I he was the perfect fit to the problems we were facing at the time. He was our first baby and he will be missed by our whole family.
The kids wanted to each draw him a picture. And then we wrapped him in his blanket he slept under and took him to the vet's for pick up. We just got his remains back today. I've had a very stern talking to the kids about how we don't open the box to look at the ashes. I don't EVER want to come down the stairs to see him spread out over my living room.
Lydia asked me tonight if she could bring Yoda upstairs for bed. I had to laugh a little. They are still trying to wrap their minds around what cremation is. On second thought, I better get a locking latch on that urn...