I went by the Veterinary Medical Teaching Hospital today to pick up Ben's ashes. I spoke briefly to the vet who had taken care of him, about the autopsy results (not final yet, but it looks like it was most likely lymphoma). As I was getting ready to go, the vet said, "Wait, wait--I think I have something for you." He disappeared and came back with a
ClayPaws plaque they had made for us of Ben's paws. Please note: we didn't ask them to do this--wouldn't even have thought of it. They just did it. It may be the nicest damn thing a stranger has ever done for me, and it made me cry there in the waiting room.
I am so grateful to them, and I'm glad I have a way to say thank you.