Yesterday Greg picked up Anna’s cremains from the Vet clinic. Hard to believe such a big personality in a small box. I know it is not her, but glad just the same to have her home. We buried her next to Jack, under the tree. I can see our homemade markers from the window over the sink or from my chair in the living room and when we play monkey it is right in front of them. I thought I would be all broken up again when we buried her and of course I cried; however it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be as I know I did the right thing on June 14th, and again on July 15th when we got Vivian. You may have noticed I changed tense in that last sentence, and it shows the transition in our lives. Jack was Greg’s dog, Anna was my dog. We blended our family and now with Ike and Vivian we are just like the movie, “Yours, Mine and Ours”.