Pet grief is quiet until you realize how many routines had a heartbeat in them. The empty leash hook is doing too much emotionally. I keep stepping around the spot where they used to sleep. No one prepared me for how much of the house was actually their personality. The grief shows up hardest at night when nobody is doing the little patrol of the hallway. There is a habit in my body that still bends toward the food bowl.
For the little witness of the house