We had a dog.
For the better part of seven years Happy Thanksgiving Jones was everyone’s dream/nightmare, she was a 60lb bundle of retrieving-howling joy. She didn’t enjoy 2016, much like many of us. While 2016 was very young she was attacked and expensively wounded by a coyote (presumably). In May she returned the favor to the universe and not so happily attacked a fellow canine. We said good-bye to her two days later.
I don’t remember crying that unexpectedly/uncontrollably, ever.
We’ve missed her terribly but there have been several things about not having a dog that we enjoyed.
No poop. No Hair. No Barking. No “Did you shut the gate?”
But, we’ve felt a little Blank Space that a only a furry friend can fill.
This story is quite fluid, stay tuned for parts 2 & 3 coming soon.