We love our pets. They become our family. We nurture them, take them to the doctor, invest our time and love for them. In return, they give us company when we are alone, a greet at the door, a kiss goodnight and a loyal thank you for the mutual love and respect we both offer each other.
When I lost my fur boy last year, it broke my heart in two. He was half german & half husky. His name was Cole. We all have our own story and details of the life we shared with our fur children. I have lost 2 dogs. The first dog I lost was a springer spaniel. She was not as loving but I still loved her for "her" not what she could offer me in return. It is so hard when we have to say goodbye. I was lost while my dogs were at the crematory. My first dog took 2 weeks to come back to me. My second dog took 2 days. The grieving was horrific for me while they were gone. It helped me so much to create their pet urn. Looking through pictures, remembering when they were a baby, and seeing their dog smiles in the photo's helped my heart heal. After each of them came home and I put their ashes in their pet urn, I felt a sense of peace and comfort. I felt like I could finally move on. I miss them daily but now my heart is back in my chest and I can breathe and think about something else for the first time since they left. Grieving is hard. It's an end to a chapter. It's an end to a love that you can touch. It's saying goodbye. It's change.
Both times after my dogs passed away, I came home alone and sad. They were sent to the crematory and I walked out of the doctor's office feeling alone and broken. I came home to my other dogs wondering where their friend was. My Saint Bernard, Chester, was best friends with Cole. Cole taught him the ropes and our daily routine when Chester became part of our family. Cole was the boss and happily taught him everything he knew. When Cole died, Chester was broken. He sniffed Cole's collar laying on the table. He walked to my car wondering if Cole was inside. His heart was broken. It was then I researched how to help Chester along. It was hard because I was so sad. I had to shake things off for the sake of Chester going into depression. I picked up Cole's food bowl from the kitchen. I rearranged the other bowls and water to get the new set up complete. I started taking Chester for walks to break up his day. I brushed him even if he didn't need it. Chester's depression only lasted about a week since I immediately changed his behavior and his routine. He caught on pretty quick. He loves taking walks and listened so well! Before, he would only listen to Cole so I struggled with him. Now he was listening to me and we have a new relationship.
The pet urns that I design and create takes you and me to make it a perfect final resting place. It's such an honor to take your memories- your details- a chapter of your life and create a beautiful legacy on a pet urn. It's a way to honor the life you had with them. It gives your heart some peace and comfort. It puts a smile on your face through a tragic time in your life.
I value your stories and keep them close to my heart....
Left to right:
Chester, our new addition, Indie, Cole, Police K-9 Charlie and Precious. I added Indie and Precious in this photo. Right now, we are still blessed with Chester, K-9 Charlie and Indie.