Not a day goes by that I don't have sudden memory flashes of my boy...I miss his eyes and how he would talk to me through them.
I miss the musty smell of the underside of his ear flap when I would hug his big block head. I miss the sight of his noble pose from behind when he would sit and look at something. I miss his smile when he was happy. I miss him when I see tennis balls.
I miss him.
If I could just have one more moment with him.
I miss him.