Each part of the day is horrific in its own way. In the morning not feeling him against me under my blankets. Not being woken up by Maxs bark for his breakfast. The afternoon is horrible too, minutes feel like day’s watching his empty bed, not laying in the yard to sunbathe in his favorite spot. Making dinner, without him under my feet, doing chores without him on my heels.
Bedtime may be the worst of all. He would bark around midnight at the bedroom door to corral us to bed. It was like he was the human parent and we were his kids who had to adhere to bedtime otherwise he wouldn’t stop barking. I miss holding him like a teddy bear in bed, he made me feel like everything was always going to be alright.
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