The other night we were driving home when Kish turned to me and said, with a real note of sadness in her voice: “I miss Kasey.”
I knew exactly what she meant. It’s been a month since our little beagle mix has crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and it’s an ongoing adjustment.
We still regularly encounter little signs of our departed friend. Take, for example, the nights without snoring. Kasey was a big-time snorer who could saw logs with the best of them. For a small dog, she produced considerable volume. It took a while to get used to it when she first joined the family, but after we adjusted to Kasey’s sleep sounds they just became part of the expected background noise. These days, the nights in our household seem awfully quiet.
There are other reminders, too. We’ve kept one of Kasey’s dog bowls, so Russell’s dog Betty can use it when they visit. Kasey’s winter coat still rests on one of the shelves of the pantry. It’s too small for Betty, but it doesn’t feel quite right, yet, to throw it out or give it away. When we go out into our tiny back yard, we still reflexively look before we step, even though we’ve long since removed every last one of Kasey’s tootsie rolls. And, from time to time, we’ll still expect to hear that hoarse bark and thumping tail when we open the front door.
After Kasey’s passing, we’ve decided not to get a new dog for a lot of different reasons. I’m glad, though, that there are still these little, bittersweet reminders of our friend, which seem to be easing our transition into a pooch-free household.