The Little Things

It's the little things that make me miss him the most. No one to eat the crusts of the sandwiches I make for lunch boxes. No one to clean up the floors after we drop the crumbs. No little scratch at the door to be let in. No toenails ticking on the hardwood floors. No jingling collar sounds. No early-morning getting-ready partner in the bathroom. No one staring a hole into me and begging for my food. No water bowl to fill. No little bed right beside my bed. No one to rush home to.

I miss all the little things of my CoCo Bean. Although small, he filled up a big part of my heart. The saying that good things come in small packages rings true for him.  I realized the first day he was gone that I had likely never been home completely alone. He was more than just our pet. He was my first baby. We got him three months before our wedding. He has always been part of our home. It is so very different without him.

I got a care package last week from a friend who knows firsthand what he truly meant to me. It couldn't be more perfect.