It’s hard to believe that it’s been over a month since I lost my sweet Dan. In some ways, it feels like just a couple of days and yet it feels like a lifetime ago that I watched him get into a car to go to a doctor’s appointment. I had no idea that he was leaving our house for the final time. What would I have done differently if I knew? Probably hugged and kissed him, stared into his face memorizing every last detail and buried my face in his neck so I could be enveloped in his scent. Instead, I was chasing a runaway dog down the alley and hollering over my shoulder, “Call me when you’re on your way home”. *Sigh* That just kills me. I find myself replaying that last scene a lot.