Eggs, bananas, and watermelon

I was very hungry this morning, for the first time in days, so when you didn't appear when I cracked four eggs, I didn't notice. You can't blame me. The  sounds of food always attracted you.; just like the sound of the refrigerator opening, or the dishwasher door, with it's promise of dirty dishes and gems of food. I could not go in the kitchen for two days after you died, it hurt. But I am back in the kitchen, and when I cracked the eggs, my hunger overtook my sorrow, and I didn't, for a moment, remember that you would normally be standing at my feet, in hopes of a hard boiled egg. You loved Easter! But when I began to saute' the onions, that's when it hit me. From when you were a puppy, smoke bothered your lungs,. I remember the first time in our old house when I burnt something, I found you upstairs cowering under my dresser. So this morning, the absence of your absence reminded me you were gone. I didn't have to frantically search all the rooms to see where you had gone to...and that made me miss you so much. Because the frantic search would be followed by the sigh of relief, "there he is!"
These are the little things that I never want to forget. How the snap of a banana or crack of a peanut shell could send you running from three rooms away. Anxiously awaiting the inevitable prize., you would stare at the person holding the object of your affection. I love that things you probably should have never even tasted got you so excited. I'm glad I didn't follow the rules, cause the thought of you scarfing down watermelon makes me smile. The fact that you had your favorite foods is actually hysterical. YOU were one of US.  We were a pack. I am so thankful for that.

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