Willow has gone home to her mom's place after staying with me for a week. It's always a little sad to see her go. There are little things I don't realize I'll miss until they're gone. Stepping on one of her squeaky toys and expecting her to come running to play with it. Dropping a piece of food on the floor and immediately pouncing on it before realizing there's no dog to protect it from. Getting lost in a book or computer screen, hearing a noise behind me, then looking over and expecting to see her face staring at me hoping I'll give her some attention. Seeing a blanket bunched up on the couch out of the corner of my eye, my brain momentarily thinking it's Willow, my hand involuntarily going to pet her. Waking up and not getting any "I need to go pee please" licks on my forehead.
How could anyone not love dogs?
Someone posted this on Facebook and it made salty stuff leak from my eyes: