Its the little things that get you. The empty food bowl that will never be used again. The blanket he used, the joy he had when I whispered the magic word......walkies, and how he , unlike the mutts who scampered hither and thither, always was like some little gray shadow walking close to me, and the feeling of a gentle nudge when sitting at the computer, where he would place himself in easy reach for a scratch or a pat on the head. Content.
The little things that were uniquely him.
I am going to miss them very much, indeed.
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I can see that Toby was a gentlemans gentleman. Well behaving at all times. I feel I miss him too.
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