It's been almost three weeks since Byron's been gone.
We received a card of condolence from the animal hospital a couple days later. I had tucked it away without opening it because it was a sad reminder.
We had Byron cremated and I brought him home a week later.
I opened the card tonight and inside was a stamp of one of Byron's paws.
In the past, Gord and I had talked about getting tattoos of paw prints to remember the furkids we've had and will have.
This is definitely a sign that we should ... and we will.