On Monday, when we had to say goodbye to her, I reminded him. I reminded him what a pain in the ass it was to clean up all the scratch marks on the couches when he would sneak her under the covers to cuddle with her while he watched a movie. I reminded him of how rude she was to save her food until Hannah (our other dog) was done eating, and then made sure to eat every bite right in front of her, while looking at Hannah to make sure she was watching.
Today, she reminded me. She reminded me as I mopped her muddy paw prints from my kitchen floor for the very last time. She reminded me as I mowed the lawn and stepped in her shit for the very last time. She reminded me when I saw her uneaten rawhide bone on the grass. She reminded me that she would wait for Hannah to chew her bone until it was nice and soft and then snatch it away from her and reap all the benefits. She reminded me that she was very much my dog, as much as I wanted to deny it. Mylie, you will and are so very missed.
