I just got a call from the vet's office [View all]

and Holly's ashes and memorial plate are ready for pickup. I'll have to get up off the couch, where I've been pretty much glued for two days, and go get them. I looked up the cremation place online and the plate seems to be not a 6" or so sized plate with the paw print in the middle, but just the size of her print. Whatever.

I am obviously not dealing with this very well. Thank goodness for Martini; having her and having to take care of her helps. Otherwise, I'd be in even worse shape than I am now. I'd probably never get off the couch.