Remembering Reese
Today would have been Reese’s 14th birthday. I miss him every day. I miss how spastic he was and how he couldn’t sit still for more than a few seconds, even if you were petting him. I miss how when you sat on the floor, he would put his head down and charge right into your crotch. I miss him sleeping on the couch or in his bed next to mine. I even miss him barking when someone came to the door. There have been a few times where I thought I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but then I remembered that he’s gone. He shows up a lot on my screensaver that pulls pictures from my photo albums. A lot of times I pause and remember and what was going on in that pic if I remember. I still plan on writing down as many memories as I can think of, especially ones that aren’t photographed. Reese was born days after my grandmother died. I used to jokingly say that she sent him to look after me. She was always looking after me. Happy birthday, my little prince. You are gone too soon.
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