I still miss Byron

Byron at Schmitz Park

It's been two and a half years since Byron died. I've been dreaming about him. Today Mr. D and I walked through Schmitz Park, a place that Byron and I spent a lot of time together. I take Lady other places so the memories of Byron in those settings have resolved. At Schmitz Park today it felt almost like Byron's spirit was there. Yesterday I looked at terriers on the Humane Society's website. It's tempting, but with our four cats and Lady we already have a full house. Besides there won't be another Byron even if we named another dog that. It's Byron that I miss, not his mixed breed. He was the one who would kiss my face and bring me back to reality when I was in psychic pain. I miss my old friend even though I have new ones. I love you, Byron.