One reason why I miss my dog…

Three months ago, our dog Echo died a mere three weeks after we discovered a tumor on her flank. That tumor turned out to be hemangiosarcoma and was already widely metastatic. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long, but amazingly it has. My wife and I still miss her–a lot.

Now GruntDoc reminds me why, as he links to the return of an Air Force serviceman after 14 months away from home:

Dammit. Where’s my Kleenex®?

I miss those greetings, particularly when Echo used to talk to me in that bizarre bark/howl that reminded me of a combination of Scooby-Doo and Chewbacca. It was almost as though she was scolding me for being away. Maybe she was, but she was always happy and excited to see me or my wife. She always forgave us for leaving her alone. Even now, I still half expect to hear that greeting as I slip my key in the door lock and open the door to my all too frequently silent house.