I don't get homesick often, mostly because I head home every two weeks or so, so it's not too bad. But right now, home is a strange place to be. It's home, but not quite home.
Last month, we lost our beloved elderly Labrador. Teaser outlived everyone's expectations, living til thirteen with two metal hips and one eyeball less than she started with. She was my best friend, always happy to see me, and the most loving creature in the world. She bought happiness, love and smiles into our home. I honestly don't remember what life was like before her, she's been with us since I was eight.
And now, without her presence to warm the house, home doesn't feel like home. It feels a little colder, a little more empty, and a little less comforting.
Despite still having a dog and three cats milling about the house, things just aren't the same.
I miss my best girl.
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