This has been a week of getting used to a new absence. A black jacket will be left on the couch and my mind tells me it’s Aggie. I walk in the door and immediately start looking for him. Is he on a couch? On my bed? On someone else’s bed? When he was younger he would greet us in the garage. The door would start opening and right on cue he would race out the dog door and run back and forth barking. As he got older he didn’t always meet us at the door but would come running when we called him. I used to describe him as the Tasmanian Devil. When he was startled he would initially spin in circles (like the lawnmower video I posted). If he was upstairs I could hear him from downstairs and it always made me laugh!
in the mornings I was usually the last one to come 
downstairs. Patrick liked to wrap the dog up before he left for work so I never knew what I might see when I came downstairs. He seemed to enjoy it too!
Losing a dog is not the same as losing your husband. Although Aggie wasn’t sick for long I had prepared myself for a long time. Dogs don’t live as long as we do so it was expected. I always thought Patrick would outlive me so his death is still shocking and unbelievable for me. Still, Aggie was part of the family and we never wanted to say bye. I am reminded again of all the things we take for granted. Aggie was always here, sometimes sleeping just out of sight but he had so much character! I’m really missing him!
He was so loved here and we will always have that love in our hearts. We know Patrick is taking good care of him and he is not in pain. Love your healing writing, Momma