It’s been five weeks since we had to say goodbye to our first girl.
I miss that neurotic old dog and I miss her sweet smell of a puppy days when everything in her path was fair game as a chew toy.
I miss the staccato click clicking of nails on our hardwood floors and her shameless begging for table scraps.
I miss her crooked little leg and her big brown eyes and her love of napping in the sun. We’ll never know how her leg was injured, as she was about 3 months old when we brought her home from the Nashville Humane Association, but that experience undoubtedly left its mark on her and her disposition for the rest of her life, no matter how much we made her feel loved.
And she was loved.
I miss her bossing our dog Jack around like a grumpy old lady and by the way he occasionally sulks and whimpers when I get home from work I know he misses every ounce of alpha dog in her 38-pound body, too.
I just flat out miss her ya’ll, and so does hubby, tremendously. I still can’t talk about her without crying.
This picture is a classic prank ultrasound photo my hubby made in 2001 when we first announced we were having a baby.
Makes me smile on a sad day.