This is our dog. He died just over a year ago. It still feels wrong to open the front door when I get home from work and have no dog waiting to say hello. On the plus side, he can now sit on the table, which he wasn't allowed to do when he was alive. Sometimes I sit with him on my lap, but his urn is really not very cuddly. We keep meaning to take him to Tasmania with us and scatter him at his favourite former walking spot, but we keep putting it off. Partly because the lid of the urn is glued on very solidly and I feel bad about the fact that I'll have to smash it to get him out. Jeff has suggested we could glue him to a skateboard and take him for walks, but I'm worried the skateboard might tip over and he'd smash.
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