The Silence

 Surprisingly, to me, I haven't heard the ghost of Molly's nails going down the hallway, nor the sound of her rabies tag jingling as she would shake herself off when she woke up. I thought I would hear that over and over again. I hear the silence. I see the empty bed. We have gotten rid of many things, but we still have not parted with her huge crate at the end of our bed nor her bed with the UK (University of Kentucky) blanket on it that has been in the living room for 13 years. I can't do it yet.