One Year On Sunday


Philosophy of Dog

Sunday was Mother’s Day. It was also the day that marked one year since we had to say goodbye to Jet. I cried. Of course I cried.

It doesn’t seem like it’s been a whole year since I last had my boy by my side and yet sometimes it feels like it’s been a million years.

There are days when I find a picture of him that I haven’t seen in a while and it feels like someone has taken my breath away.

There are times when I lay down to nap and the void of where he used to lay beside me feels like a giant gaping hole.

Then there are times when I see his beautiful face smiling back at me from the giant canvas photograph that hangs over our mantle and I smile back at him.

I knew that he couldn’t live forever and I knew that losing him would tear out my heart and yes, I’d do it all again. I’d do it a million times over.

Why do people like me always say that? Because there is something that comes from being owned by a dog.

There is something that completes your heart in a way that you never could have imagined until you feel it for yourself.

There is something that once you’ve felt it, your life will never be complete again without it.

I miss that something and I will find it again. In the meantime, though, I’ll be here trying a little harder to get this train back on the track and working on neglecting you all a little less.

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