Saline Valley Warm Springs
I left Prescott, heartbroken. Weeks later now and I still am. I miss my little Pugsly. My scientific, logical mind knows that not only is my Pugsly not actually in this little wooden box, but the ashes in there are most likely a few different dogs all mixed up with hers. But my emotional mind cries, “I don’t want her to be alone! She’d be scared!” When I am ready, I will say goodbye and release her ashes. But I’m…