I just walked into the house, carrying a sleeping little kid, cringing when opening the door waiting for yapping and barking to commence at the sight of me...and walked into total silence.
The dogs were both there, staring at me, not bothering to get up. They just don't feel the need to herald my arrival as if I was an intruder every time they see me, like Heidi Louise used to.
I fucking hated that she did that. I couldn't go to the mailbox and back without being treated like a terrorist when re-entering the house. But there I was today, putting a still sleeping little kid into his crib, and dripping tears at the lack of commotion.
That was 15 minutes ago and I'm still sitting here wiping away tears. I just can't believe I still miss her this much, even the parts of her that I thought I hated.