Saturday night

Most people who knew Bryon would say that he had a great sense of humour, the other thing they would say was that he loved his dogs (the girls)We had 3 dalmations that had passed on, Bryon always wanted a Dal and we were graced with 3. Anyhow, when they died we had them cremated and their urns sat on out mantle. It was Bryons wish that they be put in with him, so I tried to honour that request. Maybe one day I will see the humour in what ensued but right now I can't. I took the girls urns up to the funeral home and requested that after they put Bryon in his urn, what ever space was left to put some of the girls in, then a St Christoper medal. Whatever could not fit in with Bryon of the girls they were supposed to put back into what I call the dog urn. I went to pick up Bryon and the funeral guy told me that they couldn't fit all of Bryon in his urn so they put the remains in the dog urn!So what I had was dogs in Bryons urn and Bryon( at least a good part of him) in the dogs. Not what they had been instructed to do. Now Bryon would find this funny, not me.I went home and thought about it, did I really hear him correctly???? Yes, I did. The next day Bryon, the girls and I went for a car ride, back up to the funeral home. There they did their best to correct their huge mistake. Human remains and dog remains are different, so they sorted them out, put all of Bryon in his urn and what they coudn't fit in of the girls went in their urn. Of course there were apologizes and more apologizes. The St Chris medal made it in as well, as they forgot that the first time around. Forgive me Bryon if I don't see the funny in this right now.

I delude myself in order to get through the days and nights. In my mind I say that he is on his way back east to visit family....right about now he is in Montana. It is always Montana. Probably because that is a state we fell in love with. I relive the last week with him, I feel his pain, I can't stop his pain, I do my best. I see him in the hospital, I feel my hand in his, I see him when I went to say "good bye" I see the peace, I feel my torment, my pain, the void in my world.

I miss you Pooter, I love you, our love is something that even death can't take away.