I woke up this morning, showered, had breakfast, and left my house. I didn't walk a dog before showering, or feed a dog before having coffee. At every step I had to catch myself from acting on habit. And every step presented something weird: where's the dog bed? Where's the can of food in the fridge? Where's the bowl stand?
The next few weeks will suck. I know I'll feel better in time, and I know I'll adopt another dog someday—probably in the spring. It still sucks.
Here's a re-edited photo of Parker's first day with me:
And here's one from yesterday, right as we set off on his final walk:
I'm so glad for the time in between those two photos. He had a great life.