It gets longer between updates, so I guess that means I've come to terms with the loss - but I haven't.

A friend of mine had a services dog for many years. And as dogs do, he grew older and became infirm and it was finally time. My friend is still grieving that loss, some months later. That's as it should be. I miss The Big Guy and I miss my kitty lost in the fire. I miss the family we once had. And I miss it daily.

I'm smart enough to know that time is sometimes the best salve for wounds. People aren't the same now as they once were. But I still miss those people as they were. What's more, I miss not being able to see them grow and be. I miss the joyful nature that The Big Guy and Sweet Girl once had. It shows itself sometimes, but it's not like it once was. And I am not the same person I once was either. I wonder if they miss that me-that-was?