Its been one month and 3 days since my dog died.

It was the first Saturday this weekend I had to myself at home since he died.

Maybe it was the weather, the house and the memories, or simply not having anything to do that made me sad.

I kept thinking "its Saturday and I dont have any plans I should take the dog for a walk."

and then I remember....

I thought that in the morning, remembering how he bugs me to death until I take him for a walk.

But there was no nose in my face. No expectant look. No jumping around in excitment. No leash. No collar clanking. No dog jumping out the door. No dog racing ahead of me down the sidewalk.

There was no reason to go for a walk.

Finally, by like 3:30 I couldn't take the memories and subconcious thoughts of him bugging me until we go for a walk.

So I 'took the dog for a walk'.

I walked around the block by myself.

I've already started to forget him.

It seems too soon.

I miss you, Max.