Rascal Dykson

I miss his velvety, soft head, gently, pushing into my hand, every morning, at my bedside. I miss being nose to nose with the only dog on the planet that would never lick your face. I miss scratching his incredibly fluffy ears and watching him fold in half with pure pleasure. I miss feeling him right behind my knees, no matter where I was standing in the kitchen and I miss having to straddle or walk around him just because he wouldn’t move, in the last few months. I miss him bolting to the front door with his tail in a blur whenever Thany walked through the front door. I miss watching Christian cradling him like a baby while we watch movies. I miss him curled up on Dirkie’s bed. I miss playing the tennis ball stalking game with him in the backyard. I miss watching the kids take off on their scooters, with them taking turns being pulled. I miss watching him from behind on our walks as his little ears flop flop with every step. We miss him. He is the definition of unconditional love.