I have dog food and treats, shampoo and ear cleaner.
I have plenty of old dog beds and blankets, the car cover and his old steps he never really used.
I have leashes and collars. There’s a bin full of toys.
I have the beef scented bubbles you can blow out of a motorized bubble blowing gun.
I have coupons for more dog food.
Those treats I mentioned? They have a their own special container in its own special spot on the counter.
Those dog beds and blankets? There is a space set aside just for them on the living room floor.
There are two sets of bowls. There’s a tray to catch his drippings. We have an airtight container to hold the food that a frisky puppy would steal out of cabinets.
I have an abundance of what I like to call “shit bags,” which are exactly what the name implies.
I have doggie breath mints, senior doggie vitamins and half a bottle of painkillers.
I have all this stuff.
But I don’t have a dog anymore.
Rest in peace, Pup.