Monday, May 13, 2013


I know you are tired of me talking about Simone, but this isn't really about her.

We had asked for her ashes to be returned - at a rather high price too, but she was special.  They called Saturday night, but it was closing time for the clinic.  I have had this feeling that something wouldn't be right - like we would get ashes, but they wouldn't be Simone.  So I went yesterday to pick them up (yeah, Happy Mother's Day).

When I got to the car, I looked at the name on the box.  It was "Simah" not "Simone."   I thought that was just an anomaly since we have never kept the ashes before.  When I got home, I took the wooden box out of the plastic one, and sure enough there was "Simah" on the plaque.

G said there was a mix-up of the ashes.  I thought it was just an error on the plaque.  He said we should take them back right away.  Since we were hosting Sunday Dinner with the family, I said it could wait.

This morning as I was fixing my breakfast, the phone rang.  It was the clinic.  They were apologizing profusely.  The owner of "Simah" was there with Simone.

So, to cut to the chase, G took the ashes back and brought Simone home.  She also got to ride along on his route of errands.


Judy said...

I had that fear too with Fred's dog and also with Fred! But deep inside the box, on the plastic bag, were the correct names and Fred even had a special number. I guess he's guaranteed or something?

JuJu said...

Um, wow. Who would have ever thought THIS could happen?

Good googly goo.