My dog is spending his second night in the doggie hospital (also known as Lynden Veterinary Hospital). His liver enzyme count is high.
When my alarm went off this morning, no fuzzy face thrust near my own reinforced the message that it was time to get up. When I came home from work, no hysterical barking met my ears. No dog leapt madly about me until I leashed him up and took him for a walk. When I get up and walk around the place, no little dog comes tickety clicky with his little toenails following me from room to room. When I lay me down to sleep, no warm, furry little body nestles next to mine.
I miss him.