I only emptied his water bowl out yesterday. I wake up in the morning and can almost swear I hear his occasional quiet barks, demanding to be let out of the kitchen.
Every time I eat in the breakfast nook, I see that spot, where his still body lay for the last time, his eyes wide and staring without life.
There are fewer triggers that set me crying, but it still aches inside. I miss my little pup.
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