My Last Morning With Him

My 18 year old boy is scheduled for his long nap later this afternoon. Ive been a wreck from dealing with his last night with us to the moment I opened my eyes this morning. Trying to accept that this is really our last morning with him.

The realization that when I wake up tomorrow it won’t be because you’re waking me up to go potty it’ll be because I woke up in a panic thinking I overslept and forgot to take you out. I’ll miss waking up to your loud morning snores. I’ll miss waking up to your mini barks while you sleep. I’ll miss waking up to your loud barking because the squirrels are up early. I’ll miss the smell of your coat the day after you get groomed.

Overall I’ll just miss you, bud.