It is hard to believe that on Wednesday, Buddy will have been gone a full year. I may not think of him all the time, but he made his mark on me. It took me months before I threw out his pillow, and probably still have a stray toy hidden under the couch or in the corner of the basement. I still have dog treats in the cabinet.
I miss Buddy and the order that he brought my life. At the time, I may not have enjoyed all of the late night walks or cleaning up the messes, but he kept me on a schedule. After his passing, I didn’t have to worry about going straight home after work or have an excuse for not being able to leave for the weekend. I gained some freedom of my schedule.
I am not ready to go back to having a dog. It isn’t easy living alone and taking care of a dog. The timer on my watch was always set to remind me how long it had been since Buddy’s last walk. Every plan I made included some thought about Buddy and when I would be able to get home.