Day 12 - An Evening Walk With Woofer's Ghost

Today would have been Woofer's 17th birthday. Every day he would get at least 3 walks. So tonight I took him on the last walk of the day. I haven't done so since he passed over rainbow bridge.

I used to end the day with a night walk before bed time. He would spend the evening cuddling and sleeping on the sofa. But around a certain time, as if moved by an unseen internal clock, he would rouse himself. He would give me, "the stare."

Woofer would jump around excitedly and fidget while I put on his lead and or coat. Then we would be off into the night air. The first destination would a dash for the blue recycling bin. First in line of fire for a pent up pee, first of many. Pooping spot would be chosen more carefully; Each night a different spot, often chosen from a selection of favourites. Other times his pooping spot would be chosen from a mysterious criteria known only to him. 

We would walk the night, he and I. On our return it would be cuddles and kisses before bed. Our daily ritual. I miss you everyday. Goodnight Woofer. Cuddles and kisses. Sleep well, boy. Sleep well.