For now, we have a little shrine where we used to keep Mdog's leash in a basket on the bookshelf by the front door. I moved my painting of her over here, and it seemes fitting that Saint Francis has always rested there, along with his prayer on the wall above. Her little box of ashes is there, along with some locks of her familiar black and brown and white fur, a couple of favorite photos, and her collar worn for the past eight years or so.

Oh, and a couple of her favorite biscuits...

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