Sure I knew he was getting old, and wouldn't be around forever, but I never knew how empty a house could be without him here. I keep expecting him to be trying to get out of the house while the door's open. I quickly shut the door, then catch myself. I don't have to do that anymore. I can't believe he's gone.
I look for him in the backyard when I bring Rebecca back from the playground or out on a stroller or wagon ride. He'll see us coming and get up and meet us by the back gate -- no, he won't, he's not here anymore. I can't believe he's gone.
I expect to feel his nose burrowing into the crook of my arm late at night, his "wet sloppy kisses" as Amy called them, then to curl up in my arm, right on the edge of the bed, because he knows my arm will keep him from falling off. But my arm is empty now, and I can't hear him purring anymore. I can't believe he's gone.
Posted by Joel Fuhrmann at August 17, 2005 04:24 PMTwo old friends in less than a month. That's tough. Our 15 yr old bird dog had a spell a couple of weeks ago, spent a few nights at the vet, but is back to normal (a term I use loosly for this hound). My wife was crying every night she was at the vet, anticipating the worst. We know it is going to come, but it doesn't make it any easier. Peace
Posted by: Dan Gmyrek at August 17, 2005 08:13 PM