When my dog Nik died, my ex and I agreed to get his ashes returned so we could scatter them. He was a dog that loved being outside and would not have wanted to be in an urn stuck on a mantle. So with the weather finally cooperating, we set off to hike a mountain. We choose Mount Watatic as Nik's final resting place. Like many other mountains in New England it was a small ski area in the past. Unlike the one down the street from where I grew up, it was not turned into housing but left as an open space.
It was not a difficult hike and such a gorgeous, sunny day out. He would have loved it. We spent so much time out doors and hiking with him that it was weird to be together without the dog. We left him on the summit overlooking his favorite lake. We said our goodbyes, thanked him for everything and shed more than a few tears. We laughed about the day we got him (he was the puppy that ran over to me and untied my shoe.) I was in love with him from that moment on.
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