Gone

When my first basset Homer died, as I was packing his things away, I washed all the dog beds one last time.  I couldn't wash the stuffing, but I thought I should put it in the dryer to kill anything.  When the stuffing came out of the dryer, the lint trap was full of Homer's fur.  I was so happy becuase I had forgotten to get some of Homer's fur before he was cremated.

Jake died on Friday.  I did remember to get his fur, but more is always better.  The same bed that Homer slept on, Jake slept on.  I had planned to do the same thing.  Except when I got home from Mass, the bed was gone.  I frantically searched, thinking it had been put in my room.  I finally found it downstairs, the realm of my sister and 2 cats.  I went to go get it and when I picked it up, I realized the mass/weight/feel of the bed had changed.  I opened it up and realized the stuffing had been replaced with bean bag beans.

I was furious.  Needless to say, I took the cover back.  I almost dumped out the beans from the lining but decided that it wasn't worth the hassle.  I placed the cover on my bed.

I went out with a friend for a while and when I got back, I saw the cover had reappeared downstairs.  I took it back again.  And this time my sister saw me take it.  Not a word between us was spoken.

The funny thing is, had she asked, I would have let her have the bed.  The sheepskin side of the cover is starting to wear and I had thought about getting Jake a new one, I just couldn't find one I liked for the right price.

I just wanted to get Jake's fur.  And now it is gone.

I'm putting all of Jake's blankets in the car tomorrow to keep them safe....