Yesterday I said goodbye to one of the best dogs I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. He never met a hand that wasn't too good to pet him. He always knew how to make me laugh when I needed it. He knew how to just be there when I needed him.
It's so weird. It still feels like he's here. Even though he was my constant shadow, when I look up and don't see him I just think oh he must be downstairs, or oh he's just in the other room, not that he's not here. I know it will hit me when I get up at 3am to feed Emma and he's not there to accompany me.

Goodbye sweet Clipse. I hope you're running endless circles up at the bridge, clockwise of course. Momma loves you so, so much.