You are all right. And I appreciate it.
I'll have you know, that when I was hammering clamps down on the rope leads, more often than not, Miss Ella was right there on the concrete floor wiggling her butt and checking out what her "daddy" was doing. She even dropped her Orbee's to inspect my work. She would always come down the stairs to the basement with that butt bounce and look on her face: "Whatcha doin', daddy?" She didn't do that for at least the last 2 weeks, which I think unconsciously stressed me.
She would also, climb all over the tissue paper when Rebecca would pack orders. If you ever had a torn tissue paper in an order, I apologize for Ella's mark. lol. There may even be a paw print on an invoice or two out there.
Fedex rang our bell a bit ago and there was no barking. It is those little things that sting so much. I'm sure many of you know that feeling. Those little things that make you stop dead in your tracks and cry. I know it will continue for years, but the acute pain will go away and it will be nostalgia for the good ol' days.