Cuddling with Ghosts

I apologize for my previous unfinished, yet posted entry. I was at the coffee shop and just prior to having to leave for work, the owner of the coffee shop sat and conversed with me. So I ran out of time to finish any of it and mindlessly hit the 'publish' button. I will finish it immediately after posting this one, after a couple points.

Twice this morning [or afternoon] I woke up thinking Sparky was on the bed with me. My extra comforter was kind of bunched up against my lower back, creating a pressure similar to when Sparky would be curled up behind me. It saddened me. I'm somewhat relieved that it didn't seep into my dreams, at least I don't remember so.

This brings me to another point, although I still do have another dog presently, it's so different. Different for 2 general reasons, Sparky and I had an exceptionally amazing inseparable relationship. And Roxy is nearly the opposite of Sparky. Particularly in literal size, Sparky was a small dog who was able to be and always was up in my space...as I wanted him to be. Roxy is large and awkward and thus doesn't lay on the bed with me or curl up in my lap. Those are some of the things I miss most.

Anyways, I plan to post more about these things, and I definitely owe Roxy some more recognition. A good post to her loveliness shall be in action.