An Evening in Boston by amy g

It was windy

And cold

Rosemary and the four of us gathered on Comm Ave in Trusty’s old stomping ground.

Rosie brought her ashes to spread in her old favorite spot from when they lived on Marlborough Street

We wore hats and gloves and weren’t really sure what to do

 and then Rosie spoke.

A firetruck went by with all its lights and noise

She read some very very beautiful words about death and passing, 

But mostly, somehow, it was about life and gratitude.

Then she told us about how it was with Trusty

At the end

How she waited for Rosemary

How she did her last great and final triumphant wag

How Rosie knew it was time.

How she didn’t know she would know.

But she did.

Rosemary told us how grateful she was to Trusty

How love is endless and how it is to be so loved.

Then each of us took a bit of ashes in our hands.

We took off our gloves and we touched the ash

And were amazed that it really is dust to dust

And we each went different directions and sprinkled the ashes and

Spoke to ourselves, or whomever was listening

And told ourselves how lucky we were to be loved by Rosemary