9 September 2021: Drove to Winchester this morning (a good 90 minutes round-trip) to pick up Bing's ashes and an impression of his paw prints. They called a week and a half ago to let me know both were ready, but between work and being sick and work again, this was my first chance to do this errand I really didn't want to do. The drive was fine--listened to a new audiobook from the library. But the actual pick-up--holding a velvet bag with a wooden box in it, looking at those tiny footprints, sitting in the car with it before starting the engine--it was more emotional than I thought it would be.
I still miss him. A lot. (It's only been 2.5 weeks...)
But I'll be okay.
I drove home and this guy was there to help.
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