Monday, May 24, 2010
When Prissy passed, the vet gave me a choice of just taking her home and burying her in my yard, or having her cremated. I decided upon the cremation because I just could not bare to see her after she passed. She was so loved and I didn't want to see her without any life in her, especially since she was always so frisky and playful. I got a call from the vet office and went and picked up her little box, that was inside of a blue bag, which had her name embroidered on it. I spent a few moments in rememberance all over again, but knew that I had done everything that I could to try and save her. Why do our pets only live a small fraction of our lives? Is it so that we can share our lives with several pets? I don't know, but all I can say now is that she was loved very much.