Missed so much.

Somewhere during the morning (at the office) I saw this post on Facebook by Annemarie.  She reposted a photo of Spike of 2 years ago, saying that we miss him so much. Spike died last April 1st.

That message stayed with me the rest of the day. I couldn't look at it (still can't actually).
I dó miss my buddy, from the moment I get up (and I don't have to make our morning-walk anymore) until I go to bed in the evening (and I don't have to do our evening-walk anymore). And all those little moments in between.

Sometimes people ask if we're taking another dog.
But that's not it. I'm not missing a dog, I'm missing Spike.