I was watching a TV program about people who bid on storage units that are in default because they were abandoned. One person who won a bid was empting his locker. There were two small wooden boxes, that when he opened them , he found plastic bags with
what looked like ashes. The previous locker owner had the cremated remains of their pets in the boxes. And of course that made me instantly sad, because I was reminded of misplacing our Charlie's remains after he was cremated. It was a big mistake on my part
and I will always feel really guilty about it. But it is sorta funny. I carried those remains , in a beautiful wooden box , for years in our mini van. I couldn't figure out where to bury Charlie. He really wasn't a Florida dog and we didn't have our Michigan
cottage anymore or our Chicago house. Then I sold the car and forget that Charlie was still under the seat. I really do feel bad about that. I don't think Charlie had a great sense of humor. He's probably still mad at me.I do have his license tag. Is that
good enough for a forgive, Charlie?