I miss my little girl
The salt-free popcorn in the cup just for her that caught my eye when I washed dishes.
Continuing to take two treats out of the snack bin, by habit, and then having to put one back.
Her special dog food in the fridge and out in the Arizona room.
The missing feeling of her claws on my calf when the thunder struck Saturday.
Pulling out the vacuum tonight and thinking it was she, running out of the way as usual. She hated the vacuum. But it was my other dog.
Noticing that the pollen I had so carefully washed off her caked feet Friday night was still clinging to the bathroom sink where I hadn’t bothered to clean it up.
It’s the little things that get you, every time. I knew that. I expected it. And yet it still makes me catch my breath and wonder what else lies in wait.