It was just one year ago today that one of the most amazing dogs that ever lived stepped out of my life forever after he and I had spent the previous thirteen years virtually inseparable from each other.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about Moby, and even now, a year later, I’ve been unable to bring myself to put his doggy bed in storage.
So there his bed sits, right in front of the stereo in the livingroom.
It may very well sit there forever.
Two days from now I’ll have an equally sad one year anniversary to commemorate.