Yesterday was National Dog Day. It was a difficult day, to say the least, because I lost my daily companion this past January. Although he was only 4, he had spent the past 4 years by my side day and night. Whether he was laying in my office listening to my fingers on the keyboard, which inevitably put him to sleep, or someone walking in the front door which caused him to run circles in the shop due to his excitement that we had company, he was always content.
He taught me a lot during his tenure as my companion and assistant. He probably taught me more while he was fighting for his life with a terminal illness. You see, he couldn't complain, he couldn't tell us how he was feeling. He only trusted that we would take care of his needs.
So I continue to adjust to his absence, and miss him every day.