I always do this. Someone asks about the dogs, or makes mention of them or whatever and I pull up the dog photo album (link on the right…see…over there). Then I go clicking through, smiling and laughing at the photos, remembering all my happy dog times.
And then of course it hits me that I don’t have Ghengis anymore. He is gone. I look at photo after photo of him and it becomes so very painful. It’s raw and heavy and bittersweet. Still after all these months I weep for the loss of my dog.
This is the photo that will be placed on Ghengis’ box when it is completed
If I believed in a heaven and an afterlife, this is what I imagine it is like for him.