Empty House

I can’t get used to it. There’s no tail thumping. There’s no purring (yes, for some reason, she purred). There’s no pressing her head against my leg. Gracie, our golden retriever, has been gone almost a week . I don’t like the empty house. I just walked in the front door again. I yelled “Grace!…Grace!” Part of the yelling was a hope she’d respond. Part was anger that she didn’t. I can’t get used to it.