To my Flounder, Today was not an easy day. I picked up your ashes, placed the cedar box on the seat beside me, and cried all the way home. For now, the box sits on the kitchen counter. We will bury you, at Christmas, when we are all together again. On top of the box rests a framed photo of you, right next to your clay paw prints. They had to make two prints of the right paw, because you've been missing your left leg ever since my daughter first found you. Losing one of your l