I miss you, buddy. This was my first birthday in 11 years celebrated without you. It was a good birthday, but I missed you. You would have made it so perfect.
I miss you. There’s this crazy spot in my brain that hasn’t realized you’re gone from my life yet. I keep forgetting. I forgot this morning and again tonight when I was parking in our driveway. I imagined what you were doing – wagging your tail and standing at the door in anticipation of me opening it to give you love. These are only split second memory lapses but they are painful just the same. Maybe I like that there’s a spot in me that hasn’t realized you’re gone yet. Maybe it keeps your memory closer to me. I love you, baby bear.