Fourteen and a half years, a decade and a half, three quarters of my life.

Maybe I'll write more later. I'm finding it hard to wrap my mind around the fact that she's gone, when I'm so far away. Her death is not immediate to me. But when I go home, she won't be there to run up to me, growl a hello and dance her little butt around while trying to lick me to death. It will hit from time to time, now just to wait and embrace the memories when they come.

I miss you, Wussy Dog.