It's been a year this month. You were my pooch, my best friend. It's been a year since I spent your last night on the floor with you. ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaKr98ktoxU. I still feel guilty but you were 17 and suffering; it was the right thing to do.
Still, I miss having you at the door to greet me. I still save a little of my scrambled eggs by habit, but you're not here to eat them.
Damn, I miss you.