We just had to put our 13-year old longhair dachshund Blackie to sleep last Thursday. So I haven't gotten used to the silence yet either. I'm still looking for him to snuggle-up to me so I can rub his head when he used to come check on me in my office as a way of reminding me that I was ignoring his snack-time. And I miss his clicking toenails going across the kitchen floor. I'll have to eat my whole tuna sandwich now. I still look at the places where he used to be. The window where he kept vigil on the world. Protecting his humans from all danger.
Blackie had cancer too. And he struggled to be able to eat and keep it down as the days waned. We buried him in the back next to the garden and right in the space where he used to chase after and dig up moles in the backyard. Turn about is fair play I guess. I think he'd like the irony. We're gonna miss him. So I know that just like me, you've got an empty space that can never be filled-up quite like Hairy Snifferlumpus did.
But they tell me it gets better. Take care......
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