Last year on the 4th of September I lost the love of my life and my best friend.Today is the one year anniversary of his death.
I miss snuggling up in bed with him, tucking him in at night under the covers of his own sheet. Listening to him snore and every so often he would start moving his feet as if he was running.
I miss coming home and seeing him waiting for me at the door, his butt wiggling and he's whimpering as if he hasn't seen me in months when it had actually been a couple hours.
I miss his habitual digging in the backyard, he still never made it to China, but his holes are still back there unfilled.
I just miss him. Life is definitely not the same without him.
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