There will come a day when I don’t remember what my dog smells like. A day when she is long gone and I see a picture on the wall that sparks an ache. There will come a time when I tell people of my funny dog who was the most unreasonable diva. The dog who pulled faces and stomped about in a strop and grumbled impossible in response to being told ‘no’. My future kids won’t know one of the creature who taught me how to love them by setting boundaries.
One day the dog who barked at the right time won’t be here and I will need the strength to stop myself from my own stupidity. But right now she is on my lap. I can give her all the love she needs from me— all I can give. I cannot focus on what might be. But I sit here knowing I will miss her as much as I love her. And I love her a lot.
