... that's what is imprinted on Harley's urn. And every day I realize more how true that is.
My most-treasured Christmas gift this year was given to me by Dr. Wallis.
When Bob and I left the clinic, having sent Harley to Heaven, I told Bob I was beating myself up for not taking Harley's paw print. I had snips of his fur, as I'd planned to do for so many months after coming to the realization that the end was nearing... but I'd forgotten to get his paw print.
When I went to Dr. Wallis' office the Monday before Christmas for Madison's first vet visit, Dr. Wallis said his vet tech, an art student, had something she wanted to give me.
Little did I know, they had made a cast of my baby's paw print. I can't begin to thank them nor put into words how much that gift meant to me.
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