Things I miss about Lizzie…

 

IMG_2248I miss taking a nap and waking up to a giant knuckle bone being gently placed on my chest, a prized gift to me.

 

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 sighs and breathing at night.IMG_2323

 

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.

 

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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 jogging with her in the woods.IMG_2423

 

 

I miss putting our foreheads together and saying hello.

 

I miss Lizzie……

 

 

 

 

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