The most incredibly moving thing about the service (besides the prayers, of course) was at the very end, one of the dogs started howling. A very sad, mournful howl, just about how everyone felt. Then, on cue, all of the other dogs in the neighborhood joined in. I'll tell you, the only thing missing was if it had started raining. It was real beautiful and real perfect.
But, the saddest part was that there was no one from her family that came. I don't know if they knew, even (I surely didn't tell them), but we were the only ones, like a family. Which is fine with me, but I wish she had someone.
I am still not convinced that my hubby is off the post trauma thing. I just think that he maybe now has something to do with his time that makes sense. I read up on a link and there seems to be a lot of things similar, but who knows? I'm not a doctor. Still hasn't adjusted to our time.