Oh, so this is that. Still, a few tears. Listening for him. Some pictures scattered around the house. Finding things (oh, so that’s where that dog bowl ended up). Muddled brains for sure. Yesterday, this came in the mail:
The doctor who was with us, sent it along with a wonderful letter about her own relationship (and the rest of the folks in ER, who had many interactions with the Tobster) with Toby, thanking us for letting them continue to learn from him.
I made a little shrine outside, on the bright orange shelf. The chalkboard says: W.W.T.D., What would Toby do? Sniff it, chase it, bark at it, bury it, chew it, cuddle with it, and then…pee on it.