One month since my big beautiful boy passed away. I’m finally getting to the point where I don’t automatically look for him when I come home from running errands. I’m finally getting to the point where I don’t expect him to come get me up in the mornings to so he can go outside.
And yet, yesterday I noticed a stray tuft of his fur that had drifted out of where it had been hiding only to end up in the middle of the hallway floor and I can’t bring myself to pick it up.
The fact that he’s gone hits me at odd moments. The first couple of weeks after he died, I would swear I heard him walking through the house late at night. But since I picked up his urn from the vet’s office, I haven’t heard him any more.
Today I ordered a necklace from The Vintage Pearl to remember him by. It will have his name on it and I know I will think of him whenever I wear it.
I hope that someday, I can think of him with a smile instead of sadness. Chaos was a once in a lifetime kind of dog and I don’t think there will ever be another like him, at least for me.