A year ago today, my childhood dog passed away. She was twelve-and-a-half, but had the energy of a puppy.
I miss her every day. I miss the way she always looked like she was smiling, how excited she got when you walked in the door, how she would bring you whatever she could find on the floor to greet you, how lazy she was on walks, the way she hid under the dining room table when you chased her around the house, the way she stood at your feet in the kitchen while you cooked – and sat at your feet while you ate, but most of all, how loving and loyal she was.
I miss you puppy.