About two weeks ago, Sidge brought up that we were coming up on April 1st. He asked if we could have a memorial day for Scrubs. I said yes, and told Sidge he could plan it, and he RAN with it. Grama really helped as well, and the two of them (with some minor input from the other kiddos) came up with an entire day of activities.
In the days leading up to our memorial (which we held a few days before April 1st so that Daddy was off work and Grampa and Grama were in town), I really cried a lot. I did not want to have this memorial. I wanted to just forget about it. I really try not to be melodramatic, but I do feel by body remembered the trauma, and it was just all coming flying back at me.
How can a dog do this to you?
So, here are some photos from our memorial events. First up: planting daffodils at his grave:
Each kid also took a ride on the four wheeler while we planted daffodils. This really lightened the mood:
All on his own, Sidge decided to wear black and white in honor of Scrubs. And Abigail picked out a dress with polka dots on it. They came into my bedroom with these clothes on first thing in the morning, and I knew it was going to be an emotional day:
Here's all four kids at our grave site:
It was very important to all the kiddos that the other dogs were present for the festivities:
In honor of Scrubs, we ate pizza outside on the front porch. Hannah, of course, brought her own pizzazz to the festivities:
John made a huge dalmatian so we could "pin the spot" on the dalmatian:
Grama made a cake in the shape of a bone. (She's amazing!) I also bought cookies with "chocolate spots". Again, these were all the ideas of Grama and Sidge:
Here is the picture that hangs on the wall of our house (a gift from our friends Shane and Linda). I love this dog: