February 13, 2010
I miss your dog-horse nose-beak-snout. Your felty velour airplane ears. The loud gulps of water, the voracious chomp-gulping of kibble, your enormous paws flopping heavily in my palms, mine for the asking, and even sometimes when I don't ask. I miss the proud stance of your white-tipped tail when presented with a soup bone. I miss you tap-click-tap-clicking into my bedroom and trying to hide that bone from the scads of bone-thieves (including the cat) you knew were after it. I miss those espresso eyes, the white that overtook the top of your head, your smile. Two years already? Impossible.