I picked up the remains of Kaiser today and brought him home. His ashes, tucked safely away in a little wooden box, sat quietly on my front seat – one last car ride together as I sobbed uncontrollably. When Hugo came home from an early morning fishing trip, we hugged and sobbed once more together. Prior to his arrival, I set the bag from the vet, containing Kaiser and his clay paw print, down on the rug in our living room right where he used to lay. This spot was loved by Kaiser, where he routinely lied down and flipped over onto his back, by gripping the side of the couch with his strong paw and leveraging his body weight to flop over into his most favorite, comfortable position. Anyways, call me a little crazy, but it felt right to set him down there for a few minutes. Nala came over and smelled the bag intently – she knew it was her old pal. He had come home.
For some reason, I wanted to do a little baking this afternoon, almost as a final gift for Kaiser to celebrate how much we loved him. I am not sure if that makes sense and quite frankly, I don’t really care. We had leftover buttermilk that didn’t have a use to us, after Hugo bought it for cast-iron pan cornbread last week (absolutely delicious). A quick Google search produced this gem of a recipe – Buttermilk Pound Cake. I sliced some strawberries and dusted our slices with powdered sugar. Hugo and I ate two fat pieces each and didn’t have one guilty feeling between us. We cheers’ed with our fork and spoon, as a nod to our beloved Tootie (Kaiser’s silly nickname), and I gave Nala a tiny morsel so she could partake in the happy moment. We decided that the pound cake satisfied our dinner void and called it a night.