It's far too quiet

So I really miss my dog. I'm not quite capable of talking about him yet without getting all emotional which is so not like me. It's so quiet and I don't have a personal escort to every part of the house. I don't trip over a dog while carrying a pile of laundry. I have to go to the bathroom by myself. There is no gently shaking bed (panting induced). There is no more loyal buddy.

It's amazing how you learn after they are gone, how integrated into your life they really are. I haven't lost anyone super close to me, in a way he's the first. I realize, comprehend and get that he was "only a dog", but he was my dog. He was very faithful and compassionate. He exhibited characteristics that made it so easy to have "Wisdom from Willie".

The picture I have to keep in my head is that he is now up at the pearly gates, barking everytime someone rings the bell at the pearly gates, greeting everyone... he must be driving Peter nuts by now! ;-)

Goodbye Old Friend

Wednesday, February 13, I had to say goodbye to my beloved Willie. He was the most amazing dog. I won't write much about him now (I'm at work and still not able to hold it together to talk about him). I miss him so much, but know that he is out of the pain he was so stoically handling.