I am really missing Otus now. The numbness of grief has lessened and now it's things like the way he used to put his muzzle in my lap while I sat at the computer. He kept reminding me that he would rather we go outside and play. I look for him in all the places he used to be. Every day. Almost nine years.
How the thump of his tail in the morning told me that he knew I was awake.
There will be a new pup soon. I've put a deposit on a litter whelped in June.
There lots of room for a new GSD to love in my house.
The memorial plague I made from his paw prints. The Latin quote translates to,"The same night awaits us all"