I miss my baby still. I go for a while, thinking I’m okay, and then find I’m crying again. I wish i could bury my face in your fur just one more time. though I did so at the end, it just doesn’t seem enough. I want to pet you, but you’re not there. I can’t watch the doggie shows on Animal Planet without you, it’s just not the same. I loved watching you watch dogs and other animals on the tube. I miss that fascination you had, your ears popping up, you sometimes getting up to sniff behind the TV trying to smell where/who the animals were. After so many years you knew it wasn’t real, so you hardly did that at all. But you were attentive, interested, and as always, great company. Think of you every day.