Today Gus went on his last great adventure. He escaped this morning and was hit by a car and died. It has been the most agonizing day. I have cried buckets and am still crying as I write this. I cannot believe the depth to which I miss this crazy dog. Everything hurts. I want him to bark, and scratch and protect us. I'm just about to go up to bed and he's not going to scurry behind me and jump right into his spot, then jump down 50 times to check the front door, the girls room and come back. I don't know how I'll sleep with all that silence.
I just started upstairs and had to come back to add this, it has summed things up. Emma is singing a song upstairs in my room that goes like this-
We used to be 5 and now we're 4
I don't know how we'll be
We used to be 5 and now we're 4
I miss him so much
We used to be 5 and now we're 4
I don't know how we'll be