The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

And the pain remains.

We miss her.

Every little thing.

I find myself still saying, “Come on Rosie” as we walk downstairs to bed … remembering how you would jump down from whatever seat you were on and toddle after us, occasionally stopping to scratch the stairs carpet to sharpen your nails, like the cheeky Diva you were.

It seems inconceivable you’re not here.

It feels a little emptier without you.

I am dreading summer knowing I won’t see you walk up to our glass doors, waiting – or screaming – at us to open them up so you can get on your footstool on the deck and lie on it for 13 hours straight … basking in the sun, looking at the trees, watching the birds fly by and just living your best life.

I’m so glad you got to experience that here.

I’m so happy this home was your final place.

Even if it still feels too big without you.

We bloody love you Rosie.