POST 6 - EMILY

So I'm a little behind on my posts, but don't worry I'll catch up eventually.

I want to write about the death of my dog, but for two days now I am drawing a blank. So I decided I should just write about that blank, because that is what missing someone feels like. Everything is completely normal, except that blank spot where Rollo was. I don't bump my feet into him anymore when I get out of bed. He doesn't run to the door when I come home. I miss the dumb look he always had on his stupid doggie face when I would talk to him. Funnier yet was when I would baby-talk Axel and Rollo would run over all excited like I was talking to him. It didn't make any difference to him if I was or not, he was just that happy that I was happy. The last thing I did before he died was scratch his tummy.

It's funny the things I remember, like how heavy the box was when we went to bury him. He was such a little thing; it was weird he felt so heavy. I remember how warm he was when I carried him back to the house after the accident, wrapped in a plastic jacket my neighbor had in his trunk. I remember taking the time to flip his ear down before I wrapped him up. I remember other things, but they aren't what I want to talk about.

I cleaned my house and kept running into things that were his. I try not to be sentimental, but I almost cried over a bag of rawhide chews. Scout put his bed outside on the porch and asked me if she could fill it with some red begonias that are still out there. I said sure, but today I threw the whole thing away when she was at school. I just couldn't look at it anymore. I prefer the empty spot that now takes it's place.

Inspired by Rollo Tomassi