I vacuumed. Ugh.
Then I went to my friend's house with flowers and a card to thank her for coming with me to the vet's last Monday. I was so distraught that Monday, I told the vet that I did not want anything -- no ashes, no "paw print", or her collar, leash, etc.
And there is Barb handing me a bag with Millie's paw print. They did it anyway, somehow knowing that I might change my mind, or that I was out of my mind. How about that? I just couldn't believe it. There I was blubbering in the driveway, so thankful that I had a concrete "memory" after vacuuming up the last of her dog hair.
Millie's paw print is now beside the Buddha in the garden. Resting in peace. I can visit her daily and smile.