The whole family went with when we picked up Cappy this morning at the Vet's office. I promised myself that I would be the rough tough guy that I actually am and would maintain my composure, remaining in complete control while there. Then the durned receptionist, vet assistant and Vet all three came out and hugged me, cried and said how sorry they were ... "we all loved Cappy". That did it.
Afterwards we went to Hobby Lobby and picked up a frame and a collage type matt, and headed home. Carol and I made a 4 panel 12X12 framed collage. One has "Just my Dog" in it, another has a scan of a full sized impression of Cappy's paw print done in plaster of paris and I glued on some of his yellow/white hairs; and the other two contain a "sunset pic" of Cappy on the eve of his passing, and a favorite hunting pose from his final season in January of 2010, just before the cancer surgery.
The crematorium made a very plain but nice cedar urn with a brass name plate "Cappy" on it. They placed it in a blue velvet bag with the first few lines of the Rainbow Bridge on it.
Thanks again for all of the support and for sticking with us during this much-tougher-than-expected process.
*gulp* What a perfect memorial for Cappy.
This is the poem on the collage. It is plagerized from Gene Hill's book, "Tears and Laughter"
Just My Dog
Cappy was my other eyes that could see above the clouds; my other ears that heard above the winds.
He was the part of me that could reach out over the waters.
He told me a thousand times over that I was his reason for being by the way he rested against my leg; by the way he thumped his tail at my smallest smile;
by the way he showed his hurt when I left without him. (I think it made him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)
When I was wrong, he was delighted to forgive. When I was angry, he clowned to make me smile. When I was happy, he was joy unbounded.
When I was a fool, he ignored it. When I succeeded, he bragged.
Without him, I was only another man. With him, I was all-powerful. He was loyalty itself. He taught me the very meaning of devotion.
With him, I knew a secret comfort and a private peace. He brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee could heal my human hurts. His presence by my side was protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me ...whenever...wherever-- in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have.
That poem makes me cry.
So sorry.. God rest his soul. I'm sure he's happy where ever he is, happy because he had a good life and lots of love with his family.
If dogs do not go to heaven, then I prefer to follow them where they go.
The sunset picture is absolutely precious.
Welcome back home Cappy. I'm glad he's back with his family.
You have found a wonderful way to keep him present with you. Both physical and memory. The fact that you, a tough guy, can show your emotion for him, just proves what a great companion to you he was.
Hershey Kisses, In charge of getting Ed out to the dog park so that he gets some exercise.
That's a beautiful tribute to your Cappy.