I can still hear that bastard sniffing around the yard and the car. I've been so used to getting up in the middle of the night to roll him over in the last couple weeks, the last two nights I've done the same.
We'll move on, and there will be another boxer. We've already picked the name. I'll have to dig up a pic of the two together. Mick and Britnery made a cute pair.
I tell you, it was like pulling he plug on one of my kids. Mick came to us when lilpooky was only 4 years old, just before Katie was born. It'* like we got all 3 at the same time. He was more human than canine.
We need time to heal from his loss before the next, so we don't compare the next to him. There will never be another like him.