Life without a dog…
It’s freakin’ weird.
It’s quieter, but not peaceful.
Cleaner, but not comfortable.
Freer, but not full.
It’s been six months and I’m still learning out how to move through days that don’t start with a morning howl or end with an I wuv you.
The ache shows up in strange moments—
a phantom weight curled at my feet,
a routine I still reach for,
a face I search for in the rearview,
a reach for a name that no longer runs ahead,
a muse that’s no longer there,
a love with no place to land…
Living with the question that always lingered but was never meant to be answered, “What would I do without you?”
People say time helps.
Maybe.
But it also teaches how to live with the missing.
How to carry it.
How to smile through the sting.
Eventually, new rhythms form.
Different ones.
Because life continues, and you move with it.
And somehow, almost magically, you see them in all the beauty they once taught you to see.
And slowly, life reshapes itself around the love that never left… and never will.
And maybe one day, when the time feels right, that love can be shared again.
Because life without a dog just ain’t the same.
Footloose Diary 