One Last Car Ride
... I can't buy pickles. I've tried over and over to buy them and every time I do I just tear up and start t cry. It would almost be funny if it weren't so damned constant and embarrassing. Moxie's favourite snack was pickles. And pizza. But pickles, all day every day she would get the drool bubbles and make a mess on the floor as she watched the jar being opened. Not sure why she liked them so much but it was something she enjoyed from pretty much the start of our adventures together. So. Now I can't buy pickles, I just miss her too much in those moments, I guess. Today is one year. One year without her snorty breaths, velociraptor nails clacking across the floor, her farting to help her get up on the couch. It was a thing, truly. The silence was the hardest, especially living in that house, the one I bought so I could have my own dog. My 170,000$ dog. Now I o...