It made me cry terribly.
He weighs 3.5 pounds as ashes.
He came back in a very nice box, with a wonderful paw print.
Dr. W said that it was the right time. She said he had the fluid in his abdomen, some fluid around his heart, and his heart was thick, but his other organs looked good.
She even made me laugh, and said really nice things about her pets and how special Odin was, and what the grieving process is like. She's a great vet.
But I went back and read through the blog, and he was textbook congestive heart failure. And that was, once all the symptoms hit, anywhere from 2-3 - 6 - 12 months to live. He only had two months of symptoms, so I could have kept him with me longer.
I miss him so much.
I've had a couple more ideas about what to do for him.
I think I'll get a dogwood and plant it in a big pot so I can move it with me until I have a permanent home;
Get him an engraved rock for home (so I can move it with me);
and a "garden planting" (with engraved rock) at Marymoor.
Dr. W says that I'll be ready when I'm ready.
What I am thinking now for his epitath (which I'm horrified at my spelling errors and the incorrect use of eulogy now that I have re-read what was a pretty rough 18 or so months), which is a modification of an author who I have now forgotten:
Odonata - 6/21/1999 - 6/5/2009
Odin was loved more than there are
reasons for - which is the only way to
love - without conditions or explanations.
