Today is the the 1 year anniversary of Forrest’s passing… so I took the day off work, headed to Cedar Key on the bike… and then did two things. Spread a little of his ashes on the beach where he liked to play and then threw one of his favorite ducks (above) into the ocean. Was a good day.
So after Forrest passed I wanted to start a Foundation… basically something that would try to raise money for dog charities such as Malinois Rescue, etc. I even registered a couple domain names. Anyway… the accountant was pretty adamant (the word, not the singer… and I’m just too lazy to check my spelling right now) that I shouldn’t go this route. He advised that I would spend more in accounting fees for a non-profit than would be worth it, and I’d be better off donating money on my own directly....
I brought him home yesterday and placed his bandana around the urn and put his favorite toy next to it. I’m hoping things will start to pick up now and am getting ready for the Vegas trip coming up on saturday. I’m very thankful that people are letting me keep to myself right now. It’s still a little difficult to talk and I’m appreciative of the alone time.
In memory of my puppy Forrest, I branded myself with the following:
<div> Well, I’m crying a little less… but the house is still empty and I still really miss my pup. 🙁 </div> <p> <img style="display:block;cursor:hand;text-align:center;margin:0 auto 10px;" alt="" src="http://www.fisposner.com/739/blog/uploaded_images/small.cedarkey.008-718528.jpg" border="0" /> </p> <div> </div> <div> </div>
They say that we should be thankful for the pain we feel with the loss of a loved one; as the pain we feel is a measure of the love felt for them. If this is the case, then I must have loved Forrest more than I’ve loved anything else in my life. When I posted the previous post about having a bad day, I would have never had imagined that December 20, 2006 would become perhaps the worst day of my life....
Shitty start generally leads to a shitty day. But there’s a bright point. Between a month where nothing seems to work right for me, and Forrest’s deteriorating health I received my Hanukwanzika gift from my sister and from Martin. My sister gave me a very nice cigar over’s kit complete with my first ash tray. I don’t think I know how to smoke a cigar without ashing onto the floor, but this kit is so awesome I must learn....