We both miss Luke. And Lucy.
The house is quieter, emptier without them. Luke’s presence especially was large and not just because of his size.
We’re adjusting slowly. Some mornings when I go outside to give some love before heading off for work she goes as far away from me as possible and refuses to come. Other mornings she sticks her paw under the gate and whimpers.
The past week and the first few days of the coming one are the busiest of the year for me work-wise. I feel badly that I’ve been gone so much even though I snuck home several times to check on her.
It’s hard to be alone.