To Grieve It’s more than missing the familiar jingle of a collar or nails tapping across the floor. It’s more than getting through the firsts without him there. It’s living through the inability to do the daily actions I didn’t even realize I did…until he wasn’t there to do them anymore. To sit up when my alarm goes off and kiss his head before I get out of bed each morning. To unconsciously stop anytime I walk past him to plant a kiss on his head or a quick scratch behind hi