I am sorry for your loss my friend.

Well my wife texted me at work today, the Vet hospital received Lola's ashes and paw print. And as they closed at five and she had both the grandkids today there was no way that she could carry an infant, walk with the two year old and do what was necessary to bring her home.

I asked my manager if I could take some extra time at lunch and she said "sure" (thanks Anne) so off on the bike I go, a bagger Harley.

Get to the hospital, I explain to the tech at the desk I need to see if we can utilize my saddlebags to bring her home. I don't quite think she expected me to ride up on two wheels, we were able to do what we needed to do.

On the way there on I-96 I thought of the best way to honor her on her last ride with me. So in the parking lot I went to YouTube on my phone and cued up what I always said was her song, "Lola" by The Kinks. And cranked it up loud.

So on to Grand River Avenue I go. Just as I got a few blocks into the city the end of the song came. So I pulled over, cued it again. This time my lousy voice sang along. I figured it was the least I could do. Of course I got some looks while going through the town but I really didn't care, I was doing it for my "baby".

She's home now, while still sad I still feel better she is with us again.

One thing, this hospital dealt with a crematorium that was local and they brought Lola back to the facility. I questioned this for good reason.

When we lost Scarlett in April 2016 MSU Emergency Clinic dealt with a company that returned the remains directly to the pet's owner.

There were some anxious moments when she did not arrive on the day we were promised. I called the company and they were late in returning her. I was scared that she was lost in transit, she showed up that afternoon.

I'm glad you got some sense of closure. It's very helpful part of the healing process.

I do but also do not if that makes any sense. At this time I have her ashes in the spare bedroom which we now use as a den/hideaway and where I'm posting from.

I feel better now that she is home with us. But it is still hard for me to sit on the couch in the living room as I still expect her to walk in and jump up and lay down with me.