Time flys

A sure sign of getting old is how fast the days, weeks and then years go by.

It's been 1 month since we had Bailey put down.  Just like any long time family member it's very tough but I had over the last few weeks put together some of the things I miss the most.

Every time I think to put a table scrap in your bowl, it's no longer there.  Being my 'ear' when I talk to myself or have solo time in the backyard, on the deck, in the garage.  Never once complaining of the topic or my music selection. Fetch with Kong, tennis balls, sticks and snowballs.  Fur balls floating on the tile floor.  Sleeping in outside in a snowstorm until you were covered.  Getting the paper and mail with me.  Never complained about my cooking, come to think of it.  Being there to greet me after late arrivals and long days of business travel.  Introducing me to the horrible sounds that rabbits make when caught.  Soft ears to play with while watching tv. Disappearing for hours and then just showing up like nothing ever happened.  Nosy nose prints on any window you could see out of. Using whole logs as chew toys....

You get the idea.

Anyway, not meant to be a downer but more of a reminder to remember the good times.  That goes for you too Pops, we still miss you.