Sometimes I miss this little guy so so much that it simply breaks my heart.
Today, a postcript in an email from a friend brought this on again. A dog really is one of the few beings in this world who will love you more than he loves himself. How is it possible for someone to be so utterly ecstatic to see you, each and every time? He was, and showed it -- each and every time that I headed home over the past seven years.
Loved and missed dearly.