Empty

The house isn’t the same without her. The doorways are clear to walk through, there’s nobody to talk to, no nose in the fridge as I open the door, no swirls of dog hairs to vacuum, no little noises as she would chase a rabbit in her dreams.

I’ve not been without a dog for 24 years and it’s only when they’ve gone that you realise the countless interactions you have with them during the day.

I miss her.