My man is finally home

It's been a long time coming, and it is still pretty emotional, but the ashes of my beautiful puppy dog are finally home where they belong. They had been at a friends house who was kind enough to pick them up for us. It feels very right to have him back here with us. Even though we can't see his sweet face, or the happy go lucky wag of his tail, I know he's here. Every so often I can feel him laying at my feet, or following me through the house as in the days of old. I keep thinking about getting another dog, but who could ever compare to him?