It was a hard night last night. I'm going into work as usual, but I'm leaving before lunch. I just want to avoid customers today...I'm not in the mood to hear their questions. I'm definitely NOT feeling friendly today.
Neither Kurt nor I, and I suspect Alex (Kurt's 15yo son) also, didn't sleep very well. I tossed and turned most of the night, catnapping in between periods of waking. Every time my dog would roll over, I would wake up expecting to find Kirby's warm furry body stretched out as usual next to my leg.
I know this will fade in time. This isn't the first dog I've lost. But somehow, having seen it happen makes it worse. And I noticed that I was extra-careful letting out the other two last night and this morning. Even THEY miss Kirby, and I see them nosing around the yard looking for him. When I came home last night, I could see in Casey's eyes the hope that his friend of eight years would be with me. And disappointment that he was not.
Oh, how I wish I could turn back the clock.
Brian