Races

It was so hot this year. I missed having you at the races with us. You were probably more comfortable this year. I have learned so much and not enough from you. It hurts less now, but I still miss you. Tonight at the cigar shop I got a box for your ashes. As I walked up stairs I realized how pathetic it was that I was carrying a dead dog and a glass of wine up. It mad me cry because you're not with me anymore. I want to move on and live in the moment, but it still hurts. I wish you were here baby! I love you so much!