How ignorant one can be when one doesn’t want to believe or tune in to the signals a loved one tried hard to hide.
It has been a while since my husband went to join his hunting dogs in the perfect covert. He and his beloved companions, almost 20 collected over the years, were joined together at our local hunting preserve.
Sarge had donated his body to Harvard Medical school. He liked to tell people he finally got into Harvard. I too shall be going there when my journey ends. FYI, it is a wonderful program. Many medical colleges accept bodies and all your loved ones pay is transport to the designated program. A simple call to the school can give you the necessary documents. Your body helps the school and the cost helps your heirs. If you would like to know how we did it, please message me.
It took almost six months or so for him to be returned. Upon his return, I picked a winter day 2025, before a predicted snow dump to spread the small, individual piles of gun dog and hunter ashes. Memories of points, snuggles and trudging through the woods and fields, accompanied me.
Nowadays, as I wander past that spot it tugs my heart knowing they are together, and someday his remaining hunting dogs will join them.
My thanks to all the Connollys at Red gate farm and Pond view kennels. They have been amazing.
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