I’ve got my lovely Finn’s ashes back now and he is in the garden, a lovely, special spot where he used to love stretching out, even when it was a hot sunny day.
I have been out for the first time in many months. Knowing Finn is here, helped. It was hard not having him at the door waiting, tail wagging anticipating the few treats to follow.
If I can deal with this, I can do anything.
It is time to start again!
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