Got the call that Scruffy's ashes were ready for pickup so Angel and I went down today to get them. They had put them in a pretty little urn with his name on the bottom, along with a certificate of cremation and a print of "Rainbow Bridge" on a piece of special paper with a rainbow scene on it. It was lovely. We're going to have a small memorial get-together soon with those who knew him. Angel got lots of treats while we were at the vet (she's such a charmer), and then we went over to Mom's office to visit, and then back to Mom's house for lunch and to discuss my least favourite topic - THE FUTURE.
Here's how it is: I can't work. I haven't been able to work for months. It's amazing I've lasted this long without ruining my credit or bouncing mortgage payments. But it has come to the point where I am still trying to sort out medication, still working with a GP, psychiatrist, and group therapists to try to work this out, and am running out of money quickly. So, as unfortunate as it is, I have to move back into my mom's house by the end of the month. My mom is willing to let me and Angel come, but not the guinea pigs, so, as unfortunate as that also is, I'm rehoming them.
Interested? So, there are the facts. I need to get packing.