Thanks to all that commented on yesterday's post about Punkindog and to those that sent me emails expressing condolences.
It's going to be hard being dog-less. When I was cooking my dinner last night I did my usual drill and cooked a little extra for the dog. I got up in the middle of the night and was feeling around with my feet to make sure I didn't step on him, and all day today I've been wandering over to the window to see what he was up to in the backyard.
The hardest thing though is when I'm sitting in my chair and without thinking, I reach down to scratch an ear and he's not there.
I don't miss them doggie farts, though.