We are in summer re-runs, yay! I get to reprise a story I wrote in 2013 here, which works wonderfully for me with everything I have on my to do list. Thanks Rochelle.
I changed a few words but the story is the same:
It’s a habit I can’t seem to break. Each time I walk by that little window in the hall I peek out and look for her. I know she’s not there. She’s been gone a year now. Every time I look and don’t see her, I am reminded of her absence and I feel a stab to my heart. Why do I still look? You might think it’s because I forget but that’s not it because sometimes, I consciously go through the dining room to avoid that window. Perhaps it is time for a new dog to join our family.