I finally remembered to stop by our vet's office and pick up the ashes for Madam Mim, our 14-year old Corgi we had put to sleep a while back.
She was a presence in our home for a long time. It still feels a little odd to not have her lying at my feet whenever I sit down at the computer, or to have to step over or around her when she was sleeping (as usual) in a pathway.
I still catch myself starting to call out "Mim! Treat!" whenever I drop a bit of food in the kitchen. Then I remember, and have to clean it up myself.