It’s been 10 days since I had to say goodbye. I keep thinking it’s getting easier but it isn’t. For 14 years, you were at my side and took every step I took. I still expect to step over you when I get out of bed in the morning and to trip over you in the studio. I wait to hear you bark when I pull into the garage and, like you, I still know immediately that it’s time to feed you. But you’re not here. My last memory was my face buried in your fur, searching for that last sandy smell of you that I love so much. I have your bed cover to keep close now because it still smells of you. I am so glad that every time you went outside, I leaned down to kiss you and tell you how much I loved you and how I asked you repeatedly if you had any idea how much I loved you. I still love you that much and miss you even more.