I miss you, Nick. I miss putting down your blanket at the foot of the bed at night, and watching you fluff the material until you created the perfect “nest” to settle in. I miss taking you for walks and waiting for you to systematically mark each and every mailbox post we’d pass. I miss sitting in the easy chair with you beside me, alert – watching for birds and squirrels. I miss the way you loved my scrambled eggs and would wait patiently for your share. Whenever I was sick or feeling down, you would position yourself at the foot of my bed and listen to me breathe – like a vigilant nursemaid. You were the best dog this family has ever had – so affectionate and in tuned with us. I didn’t think I’d miss you this much, but I do. I wonder how long it will hurt so much.
Nicky Doyle 8/20/03 – 12/12/12