I miss my dogs.
I forget that they're gone.
I think, maybe they need to go out.
Is it time to feed them?
Is he about to get on the couch?
And then it comes back.
No.
They are gone.
Nobody is here to be let out.
There is nobody to feed.
No warm bodies on the couch.
Nothing.
And each time I remember.
It is a little more painful than the last.