I don't know why, but today I had Bret on my mind a lot- so many things he said, his wit, his presence, his connection to the dogs, picking him up at work at 8:30 and thinking about having some dinner for him when he got home, giving him a neck massage to help ease the pain, feeding the dogs, he'd say ,"Ya got the good stuff, not the prison slop" when he fed them fresh chicken, always adding a little chicken broth for more flavor... He always make me laugh. I'd say, "They are getting one of Bret's gourmet meals", adding that he should open up a restaurant for dogs. He often bought them a top of the line bully stick to chew on and he'd time each turn, telling Siri, "Remind me in 5 minutes to take the bone from Bodie..." I did the same earlier today... I miss his humor- I used to tell him he needed to find a woman like me who appreciated his wit because I was his best audience.
My heart breaks, I miss him so. I hurt inside, I miss him so. Sometimes it helps knowing that he is out of pain, in complete peace, but other times, I am selfish and just miss my beautiful boy.