When my Khanalea died last summer, from Osteosarcoma, I had her cremated. I always have my dogs cremated, by themselves, at a place outside of town. When Khanalea died, I put her ashes on the shelf, and propped a picture of us in happier days at the beach, up against it. One day, I thought to myself, why should I not set her free? The other Danes I've been owned by, that died, were all in urns in my home as well.
I spoke to Frank (my partner) about it, and I thought of burying her ashes in the garden, by the roses, where she loved to lay and sun herself. Then we decided instead to spread her ashes in the lake where we used to go and holiday.
Finally, the sun was setting on the lake, and Frank and I walked into the water, holding hands. Frank opened the urn, and ofcourse, I was sobbing. I still didn't know whether I could "let her go". Then, the most unbelievable thing happened.....
Frank took the urn, and slowly splashed her ashes across the still lake. We watched the powder rise up, and stood in silence. Once the ashes were all gone, we stood and watched the sunset. We were still standing in the water, up to our knees. After a while, we looked down at the sand beneath our feet. In front of us, at least 30 feet wide, and 10 feet high, was a silhouette of a dog running. The powder had risen up to form almost a sediment on the water in the shape of a dog running! Not just any dog. The outline of a Great Dane, ears cropped, tail up, legs running. I swear, I am telling you the truth. I did not say a word. I stared. I looked at Frank, I said "am I crazy, or do you see what I see?". He quietly said "yes, I see her, it's Khanalea running in the water. Look there are her ears, and her wagging tail".
We couldn't believe it. It was extremely moving, and I will *never* forget it. We watched until the powder settled. Then she was gone. We speak of it still.
It seemed like her farewell to us, and we still miss her so.
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