Da Dawg.
August 11, 2010
Last night I went outside to check out the storm and realized that I still have a hole where the moonlit strolls with my old man dog use to be. You miss so many things when you just go to bed at night, rather than meandering through the neighborhood in ugly shoes and a bag for picking up poo by flashlight. There were many times that I would have argued that Eden Prairie is best seen in the middle of the night, when the only things moving are the deer and the fireflies… or the sparkling of snowfall in streetlights.
It’s hard to believe that my dog has been gone for nearly 10 months now. While I have stopped looking for him when I get back to the house, I am still finding his hair everywhere. Dad thought I would be relieved he was gone, but mostly I’m just wondering where all the time goes.
Says me.
