20/12/2024
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Today I spread 45 bags of ashes in the memorial garden. It’s probably one of the last nice days I can until March or April thaw so I took advantage of it and spread my beloved friends in the sunshine while playing their songs.
This is just in 3 months. This doesn’t include the ones we keep in the oldies space, or the last huge lot we did at the end of summer. This is what this work is. It’s not just cute old and grey faces and cuddling. And yes, for me, it has become fulfilling and rewarding in many ways but it’s also exhausting and extremely difficult in others.
Each of these bags represent a dog who was a puppy once. Who had a home once. Who at some point got sick, old, vulnerable and ended up displaced because it was too much or too difficult or plans weren’t made ahead of time or it cost too much. Thank God they ended up here, many don’t, and their final days were filled with as much love and care as we could give them, but this is the reality of a system that is overflowing. Not enough education on end of life or seniorhood, not enough emphasis on planning for this period.
Their deaths are treasured as much as their lives, and their aftercare is no different. They will go on to help the wildflowers in the memory garden grow, and when the wind blows parts of them will join it and dance together. They are home forever now.