We already miss you, Big Orange.
The house is so quiet. We don’t have to have the TV sound cranked up to the max to overpower your mighty breathing. No random barking, which is only random to us – silly humans who don’t understand home defense. No more odd cookie games where we put the dog bisquits on top of your head so you could get all righteous, pissed off and eat them with greater satisfaction. No more of your quiet (sensible! dignified!) displays of affection. No more circular head flipping reserved for when you were really exited and decided to show it. And you don’t have to fear anymore that someone’s going to step on your paws even when you insisted on spreading yourself across the hallway or in front of doors.
Good bye, Precious Paws.