I miss saying that.

At bedtime we’d hear your collar (and heavy paws) coming up the stairs…. we’d say “oh heck!” (meant trouble was coming!) and you’d jump on the bed for snuggles and scritches.

I always joked you were my ‘problem child’, or ‘trouble’ and I NEVER meant that in a negative or unloving way – in fact, I loved how you were never a dull time. I hope you sensed the love, my boy.

Once you were up on the bed, we’d tell you that you were “too handsome” and we’d take your collar off. In the morning we had to make you “handsome”, and we’d put your collar back on.

Not sure why we started saying and doing this – but it was our ‘routine’.

I miss you.