It’s the week-iversary of your passing. The vet’s office called this afternoon to say that your cremated remains are ready for us to pick up. Everything I do at home still reminds me of your absence because you’re simply not there. It is a stark change from living with you, when everything I did at home had you as a captive audience and sometimes-participant (as with snack time and walks). Now, I look up or turn around, and you’re never there.
I went for a jog yesterday morning because it was almost 40 degrees outside. I visited the pond by our house for the first time in months. The last time I was out there was when you could still make it more than a couple of blocks on our walks.