Originally posted by joycenalex
a few days after duke went to the bridge, i was sitting outside on the porch enjoying the warm weather when a single white feather blew into the yard, landing on my lap. when i brushed the sweet old goldens legs and tail, i'd tell him how much i loved his" feathers" on his legs. i'm sure he sent me the feather. it's in his box with his ashes.
What a great story about your golden and the feather. I think it's great that you have hid ashes & feather in a box.
Sandy Frost