Missed.

Today, we had to say goodbye to Taz.
She was in our family for sixteen years.
She liked Weet-Bix, chasing birds, and trying to trick someone into giving her dinner twice by standing expectantly at the door as if she hadn’t been fed. She was one of the most patient, gentle dogs I’ve ever known.
We knew she didn’t have much time left. But I did not expect to feel it this deeply.