I picked up his ashes yesterday and now he’s home again. I feel both he and I can rest better now knowing he’s where he belongs with the person who loved him best. Blondie and Blue sniffed his ashes respectfully. And my Abdul bird has not said his name since he left us. I think she knows and is sad in her own way. She used to start every day calling him. “C’m here, T” she’d yell over and over till he slowly trotted by on his way out for his morning break. Now, she still repeats the “C’m here” part but never says his name.