little bobbie boo.

Rest in peace, Bob!

I love you. I miss you already. I'm afraid to go home and realise your absence... your tail not wagging on the hard floor anymore, your cute little snuffle noise you made when you got really excited, the way you jumped up on my lap in the smoko room, and cut dad's legs when you were on the motorbike cause you had sharp nails. I'll even miss all your barking, the barking at every car that rolled past, and how you were sometimes fussy at eating.

I'll miss how you got scared of thunderstorms and would run into my room and duck your head underneath my pillow. I'll always miss your playfulness with Shady and you trying to make her play with you! Sometimes she'd be too lazy and I'd try and raak her up with you, by running around and making sharp movements. Oh, lazy Shady.

So, I'm kind of scared to go home and not have you there. It'll be too weird for me. You're a part of the family and there will be a piece of the puzzle missing.

But I'll go visit you up the hill where dad buried you. I'll bring you flowers, maybe, or just myself. I'll probably talk to you lots. Who says dogs can't talk?