I just broke the urn containing Roxie's ashes. I am truly a dumbass. On the bright side, it helps narrow down what to do with them. I don't think we have any choice but to bury them now. I'd been thinking we might put them on the bookshelf with a picture of her since the urn was so pretty. But now the urn and the monogrammed velveteen bag that contains it will have to be buried wholesale. Perhaps in the hedges she so loved to get lost in.
Tim asked if I was traumatized. Actually, not as traumatized as I should be. I just knocked them off the cabinet that they were on in the garage because I was rummaging around in the garage in the dark. Sort of sad; they'd been on the cabinet for the month plus since we picked them up. Now they're on the floor in the garage, which is even sadder. Sorry Roxie.