Zato’s box for his ashes came today.  I will admit I put the temporary box in bed last night where he always slept, and found myself reaching out at various points in the night, like I always did, to touch him and tell him how much I love him and what a good boy he is!

So now I need to choose a picture for the permanent box.  And that got me thinking about the others’ ashes that are in various places around the house.  So I decided to put them all together on the hutch in the dining room. I might put that Dean Koontz quote that Mojo was kind enough to share somewhere in there, too.

During my picture search, I realized that a lot of them are on old drives I need to hook up and copy, but I did find some jewels, an old video in particular, so I took some screenshots.  This one is the day we brought him home for good.  He was a stinky boy from being in the shelter, but a good sport!

And this is Zato with my girl Thatcher, who went to the Bridge in 2009.  She was 15 and had been with me since she was a puppy.  I still miss you, Boo! Her middle name was Bugaboo, too, so I often called her Boo.

And here is my boy with Boodie when she was just a few months old. This would have also been in 2009.

This is Zato and Boodie on February 18th, the night before he passed.  They were always pals.