My house has a new version of "quiet" now. Sort of like when Maraea is gone for the weekend, only different. Last night was eerily quiet. And the random noises I did hear, I could no longer contribute to my dog in her crate. Oh, Moko. I never thought I'd miss your noises keeping me up at night.
The sweatpants I wore yesterday still have her fur on them. I don't want to wash them yet.
There is a void in my heart and my house right now. And I'm having a really hard time imagining my life without a dog.
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