Seeing this picture makes me miss my dog back in New York. He would always be a grumpy old pup looking down from his high window, but I still loved him. He's turning 12 or 13 years old soon. Its been a long road. It's kind of sad to think of him dying when I'm not there. I remember when my chinchilla died, I felt really cold, and a pang of guilt for not taking care of him properly.
I miss my dog.