you dont realize how much the dog leaves behind until you home home with an empty collar in your hand there are his bowls of course, and his lead and treats but there is also his hair every where he used to be wagging his tail you will find his once favourite toy on his lonely bed, and the absence of his pitter patter where he oncefollowed you from room to room. and if you can manage to ignore those waves of sadness, there is still the matter of how empty the house feels without his welcome bark. no one prepares you for how much the dog leaves behind. a ghost made of grief that tears you apart. and that dog shaped hole inside your heart.
