A Year Later to the Date

I had just gotten home from work when my dad says
"I have news"
"What?"
"The neighbor whose dog killed Snoopy, their insurance made them get rid of their dogs, they no longer have them. Our neighbor Mike told me today."

A year to the date (tomorrow) when I was at my internship at exactly 8:45pm when I get that text from my dad
"snoopy was in an accident I don't think hes going to make it"

My heart sank, something told me when I saw him in the morning that same day, to hold him and give him hug before I go. I cant explain it. Sure enough when I read it, I knew he was not going to be with us the next day. It makes me sort of melancholy and sad knowing that tomorrow I will be looking at my watch reliving the events of that day. I vividly remember getting home a little after 10 and getting exactly half an hour of sleep before I had to wake up to go to work. It doesn't make me sad to read the blog I post 3 days later Click Here just makes me miss him a bit more.

One year later and we still have not replaced him, sure  we say we are ready for a new dog, but saying and doing are different things, and we still haven't taken the initiative to look.
He now sits in our living room next to his collar and picture. His collar even smells like him. Its pretty cool, but I can smell that it is no longer as strong and will probably over time fad.

My favorite Picture of him.

Oh! His Wittle paws!

Always in my heart, my baby, our family,

-Mina