I walked home from work today trying to imagine what it felt like to have Annabelle pull on the leash. I looked at things that I thought she might stop and sniff. I walked behind our old apartment on Grove Avenue and around all of the alleys in the neighborhood. I heard sounds that would have startled her. And finally, I walked much further than her 12 year old self would have liked.
I cannot believe how much I miss my sweet, sweet girl.