Doggy smell

My Cali girl's bed still smells like her.  Someone had placed her cozy blanket-lined airline travel carrier in the guest room when a chick brooder full of chicks was carried into the house.  I panicked until I found it, covered with the red, white and blue quilt that kept her warm and muffled house sounds when she gratefully retired each evening.  I uncovered the carrier and was greeted by the soft musky smell of my puppy.  I opened the gate, lay on the floor with my face pressed into the blanket and felt the tears come.

I am grateful for still being able to smell her doggy smell.  Its like a little gift she left behind for me to return to again and again.  I will keep her little nest intact as long as I can smell her, as long as I need the connection, as long as I can.  Thank you, sweetie.  I miss you, too.