Emma's Ashes
A beautiful moment of saying goodbye to my dog Emma.
It is already late. I just finished working. I sit and write - my favorite time. My french bulldog Lotta is sleeping on the chair and snoring.
Today was a beautiful and difficult day. We got up this morning and our one big mission was to scatter Emma's ashes. My dog Emma died last week. Unfortunately, it was time for her to leave the world behind.
My boyfriend’s mom came across because she wanted to be there at that moment. At first I scattered Emma's ashes at our place by the pear tree. She loved that tree.
She was always hunting for pears. It was her great passion. Even at night she wanted to go eat a sweet pear.
After that my boyfriend and I went to a near beautiful lake. Emma always went crazy there. She had there the time of her life. She runs around freely, looked for sticks, showed them to us and then wanted us to hunt her. Pure fun.
We were with her so many times. There my partner scattered Emma's ashes into the lake. We were sad, but at the same time it was also a beautiful moment of goodbye.
I don't know how we survived those two weeks. The first week with the knowledge that she will die, and the second week without her. Still, it is difficult for us. There are moments in which we start crying, because our hearts are breaking.
As it happens, well, we cry.
We do not hide and we are not ashamed. Not from us, not from others.
Now I'm sitting and writing about that moment by that lake in December. It was severely cold, the water was greyish. There was a moment of peace.
At a place where Emma never gave us peace.
And we never wanted to.