Nicki is back home where she belongs.... well, her ashes are. They gave me a pretty little red wooden box with a plaque of her name. They actually spelled Nicki right! unfortunately they spelled my first name wrong (I didn't think Kimberly was a difficult name)
I miss her every day in so many little ways. I'll hear a sound coming from downstairs and I think its Nicki. I'll hear a siren go by without a wooooo-woooo-woooo howl as an answer. I never thought I'd miss the 2AM howls in response to a police or ambulance siren but I do!!! Its been very odd to be able to leave the toilet seat up and have toilet paper on the roll instead of hiding it in a drawer.... the bathroom seems so quiet without her. I saw a piece of toilet paper in the hall last night and the pangs of missing her hit so hard. She LOVED trailing toilet paper into the hall..... I don't know who would have put it there since Callie has no interest in toilet paper but it made me miss my beloved girl so much. Did you ever think a piece of toilet paper could bring on such a strong feeling of grief?
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She was such a nice dog, and things must seem awfully strange without her.
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