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It’s been five years now since we lost our first little Dachshund, Gretchie (short for Gretchen). She had been our friend and companion for 15 years. With only the three of us in our home, losing her felt like losing a member of the family. I guess, in our hearts, she WAS a member of the family. My wife had told me to scatter her ashes in the woods around our house, not wanting to be constantly reminded of her loss with some visual connection.
Unknown to my wife, I put the ashes at the edge of the yard, thinking that if our little friend had a say in the matter, she’d have wanted to remain as close to us as possible. And so, little Gretchie’s ashes resided under a small, flat sandstone all this time. Recently, we scraped together enough funds to take a jaunt to Amish country in Ohio. While there, I came across a concrete statue of a Dachshund about a foot long, and I knew it was time to do something for Gretchie’s grave. I really couldn’t afford $20 for a piece of concrete, but I bought it anyway.
Once home, I asked my wife if it had been long enough that she could bear knowing where our little friend had been buried. She said yes. So, once outside again, I picked up the stone, put down a concrete paver that I’d bought for another project, and then sat the statue on that. The picture you see above is the view from the porch swing by our “front” door (actually located on the side of the house). The next time my wife came out the door, the little memorial was in place. She seemed to think it was a good location. Gretchie was such a loving, sweet little dog—I find myself getting misty-eyed, even as I type this. © 2013