It was from the vet hospital where we had Gizmo put to sleep.
As I held the package in my hand, this is what was going through my mind:
Pleas don't let it be her ashes, please don't let it be her ashes, please don't let it be her ashes.
I'm not even sure why my mind went immediately to the thought that the package contained the ashes of my dead dog.
But anyway, when I picked up the package that's the first thing I thought: Please don't let this package contain the ashes of my Gizmo.
At this point I think she was starting to think I was slightly unstable, but being the good sport that she is, picked up the package from the table and proceeded to open it. I found out later that had it contained my dog's ashes she had no desire to open it either, which makes her a doubly good sport.
"Oh my gosh, how special this is that I have a small part of Gizmo to treasure forever."
"How sweet it was for them to take the time to make such a special gift for me in remembrance of my beloved pet".
Neither of those were thoughts that popped into my head.
It brought back a wave of grief so deep that when I finnaly was able to process it, it left me in a funk all day and in tears all the way home from work that night.
I hope that is true because right now I don't feel glad at all. The ornament is tucked away in a safe place where I don't have to look at it or think about how that little paw print was obtained.