I finally decided that the only way to make this unit I live in work is to switch bedrooms so that I'm sleeping in the smaller, dark front bedroom and the sunny large room-with-a-view master bedroom becomes my office / guest room. So Jane offered to come over on Saturday and help me move some of the furniture around. She didn't have a ton of time, so I thought I'd move what I could and then use her help to move the heavier / awkward pieces like my desk unit and the sofa bed. Got the bed out fine, then moved the big arm chair beside my bed as well. It's REALLY wide but I got it in there ok, so figured I could get it out as well.
In the little hallway going into the master bedroom are 2 bookcases, one of which holds my mausoleum of everyone's ashes. For some reason I thought that they'd been there when I moved the chair in. Nope. It got stuck, and in the process of trying to get it unstuck, the urn holding Maxe's ashes fell and smashed open. I was DEVASTATED!!!!! My poor first born child, scattered all over the place. Jane arrived just then, and handed me the broom so that I could sweep her up. On the bright side the (living) dogs were on the other side of the chair, so they didn't walk on her. (I know...a weird image...frankly, the whole experience was kinda weird .)
So now my Maxe is residing in a pink plastic bowl, possibly with a bit of china and some dust bunnies for her to chase, until I can find another urn (unbreakable one this time) for her!
Not an auspicious start to the new year!!!
Maxe and me when she was a puppy, approximately 1000 years ago (actually, 1984, so close enough!)
And her and Alex and me at the old barn, not long before she crossed (15 years later...I'm holding her, and a rather portly Alex is sitting on the ground)