11Sep20: “This makes it real….”

The call last Saturday came during my post dialysis nap. Something-something-something-Dougy-can-pick-it-up. I wasn’t awake and the call came too late in the day for me to call back for verification. I already had the sympathy card and the sad tin of Dougy’s ashes. Why was I being called to pick up his ashes again? Was that the message?

Thanks to a weekend and a holiday, the earliest I could find out what I was picking up was after the next round of dialysis, late Tuesday morning.

It turned out to be the paw print piece above. When the receptionist handed it to me, I broke down. Regaining composure, I said, “This makes it real….” Sweet, wee Dougy is dead. 

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In the photo above, Dougy watches Andy come over to the back door to watch the birds in the fir and apple trees in the backyard. The little red chair was my mother’s when she was a child. 

Douglas James Thomas, “Dougy” – 1 July 2011-15 July 2020