I miss her wet nose sniffing at my face.
I miss being steam rolled in the morning when I slept too late. Right and left, right and left, on top of me until I would get up…laughing.
I miss getting hit with “the paw.”
I miss her presence at night. Knowing she would give her life to protect me, and I would protect her. I could sleep well knowing she was there. I was not alone.
I miss getting nipped in the butt. I do. She had great comedic timing.
I miss the pecan shells scattered on the floor. She would find pecans in the yard and bring them in to eat.
I miss the goofiness.
I miss the mischief.
I miss laughing every day, all the time, because she was just funny.
I miss playing tug-o-war.
I miss putting our foreheads together and saying hello.
I miss Lizzie……