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May. 29th, 2011 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gategrrlThe worst part is opening the front door, and realizing I don't have to make sure he isn't lying against it.
The worst part is talking about cooking on the grill for Memorial Day, and realizing he isn't there to eat his traditional first hot dog to fall off the grill.
The worst part is to realize he isn't there to hug first thing in the morning.
The worst part is that he can't lie down on my feet anymore when I sit down on the couch.
The worst part is I can't just go over to him, give him a hug, and smell his clean, dog smell.
The worst part is, I can't go out in the backyard, or look at his food bowl, or his medications, or his dog door, without realizing he's not here anymore.
The worst part is, he's not here.
I want my dog back.
The worst part is talking about cooking on the grill for Memorial Day, and realizing he isn't there to eat his traditional first hot dog to fall off the grill.
The worst part is to realize he isn't there to hug first thing in the morning.
The worst part is that he can't lie down on my feet anymore when I sit down on the couch.
The worst part is I can't just go over to him, give him a hug, and smell his clean, dog smell.
The worst part is, I can't go out in the backyard, or look at his food bowl, or his medications, or his dog door, without realizing he's not here anymore.
The worst part is, he's not here.
I want my dog back.
