Well, it is almost 3 months since we said our goodbyes and, well, I still find myself breaking down, tears welling up, streaming down my face
Silly things make me think of him triggering bouts of melansheltie.
Meals at the table, leftover bits, a door bell ringing with no extra sounds.
The frantic barking at visitors even after they have been in the house for 5 minutes is no more, a deafening silence fill the house.
The Christmas tree went up but this year it can block the back door, and this year no low hanging decorations will be knocked off, I miss that already.
I miss not having him in my arms every night, as I carry him up the stairs (he never did do stairs)
No late night treats, the cat misses that too.
We watched the new Grinch animated movie, Max gets a squeaky toy from the Grinch and the squeak reminded me of Hamish's favorite toy, a crappy rubber ice cream cone, he loved that toy.
I still walk around the basement coffee table even though he no longer is lying between the couch and the table.
He is not there at the foot of the bed, he no longer pushes his way into the bathroom.
I miss his face, they way he looked at me, the feel of his coat. I miss our play sessions, are chases of one another, hell even how he resisted nail clipping and brushing.
In short, I just miss my dog, a lot...
