It’s been 39 days… 39 days without my walking partner. 39 days without him laying on my feet. 39 days without toenails clicking on the hardwood. 39 days without having a cold wet nose nudge me in my sleep or root under my palm for a pet. 39 days without…him.
I miss his smell, his soft floppy ears, his soulful eyes, his silky coat, his chaotic tail, his little noises…his kisses.
13 1/2 years to the day…together. And now…39 days apart. It’s still impossible feeling.
His useless body now lays peacefully under his favorite nut tree in the yard. I visit him more often than anyone knows. I still sneak out there at night sometimes, when Mark’s at work and Mia’s soundly sleeping…just to fool myself into feeling he’s close again, right by my side. I talk to him like he’s there…even though I know he’s not.
I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for his patience, unconditional love, and for helping me pass through some very ugly seasons in my life. I’ve always had the Lord by my side, but He sent me a physical Angel to comfort me when I needed it most. God knew I needed him. And now God’s the lucky one to have him back by His side. I’m eternally grateful for his years with me here…but now I’m left unbelievably jealous of heaven.
Soon…my sweet boy. You may have traveled farther on up the trail from me this time, but I know where you’re at and I’ll join you soon enough. I love you, Duke.