Coming Home

I got the call today. It’s time to bring Beau home.

I’ve been doing well, I think. I get up, I go to work, I discussed what happened with my friends and co-workers. I still have Beau’s picture on my Desktop. I still have his picture on my door. 

Doesn’t seem right to take them down.

Not yet.

But now it’s time to bring him home, and the finality of that is… unbearable.

I watch the video of the puppies – such happy little faces, although it’s hard to see them through my tears.

Somewhere, Beau is watching, laughing at my sentimentality over some ashes in a box.

Zachary knows better. He sniffed Beau’s nose, and knew he wasn’t "in there" anymore.

Would that I could slip into Zachary’s world for a few moments, where the big dog isn't really gone, he's just not here.