06/09/2024
I never know what I might find when I’m sorting out someone’s belongings after they’ve gone. Sometimes it’s things that are best found by me and not family. Sometimes it’s unexpected treasures. Last week I found three urns containing the ashes of much loved dogs, hidden in the back of a dark hall cupboard. As any of my friends will tell you, I prefer dogs to humans, so it got to me that the remnants of three faithful companions had been left behind and forgotten about.
I always aim to find the most appropriate solution to any situation. So this evening I packed the urns in my rucksack and took them up the hill for my evening walk. It was a misty night with the haar blowing in, the trees appearing and disappearing. I found a peaceful spot and scattered all the ashes in the heather. Now the canine spirits of Jack, Breagha and Bracken are free to bound about the hills and not be stuck in a cupboard, or end up in landfill. To me, that’s the best solution.