Of Kuttu, with Kuttu
Every day, either in the morning or the evening, I find myself sitting with Kuttu’s urn. I light a candle and have a coffee (or tea, or wine). And I do whatever it is that I would normally do – read, play games, listen to music. The ritual gives me peace in the face of this painful loss.
Recently, my crack dealer Apple discount buddy set me up with a new laptop, and I’ve been sitting with Kuttu’s urn, writing about Kuttu. There is so much of his life that I want to preserve in words. It feels fitting then, to contemplate the best dog ever while in the company of the remains of the best dog ever.
Here’s looking at you, Kut.