Three Months Later . . .

We still miss you so much, Little.

The days have gotten easier, but they are by no means easy.

I am not often conscious of the fact that it is a Thursday morning (at the same time that we last saw you) and no longer haunted between 8:45 a.m. and 9:30 a.m. on Thursdays. I still remember coming out to the living room at 8:45 a.m. on Thursday, June 5, 2008, after dressing and gathering up my purse and keys so that we could take you for your last vet visit. I will always remembering seeing you sitting on the chair with your head resting on your feet. You weren't feeling good and had been listless for days.

I still remember letting you hang out in the yard for a few minutes before we got in the car, as I realized that we would never walk with you again and never again be in the yard with you. There would be no more walks.

Then, I remember the ride to the vet and how you just sat so quiet in my lap. I tried to stay in the moment with you, knowing that was our last car ride together. There would be no more car rides.

And I remember the painful car ride home without you. I can never forget. We will never forget.

But we will always remember you. Our family member. Our friend. Our Little Dog.

We love and miss you, Little Dog. Always.