I reached down instinctively to pet our Cocker Spaniel mix this morning as I was getting ready for work. I’d seen a fluffy black mass in a chair and thought it was her; turned out to be my wife’s winter scarf.
Cody’s been dead nearly a year now, and I still miss her. I miss all the four-legged friends we’ve lost through the years.
Sometimes, though, the loss is still so fresh.