I miss my dog

February of this year I put my dog, "Blue", down.  I fiercely miss him.  Was he a perfect dog, no, he had some real issues, which really means that in someways, I wasn't the best trainer/owner.  That is beside the point though.  I never expected this dog to get under my skin the way he had.  

I guess I could go on at length about the good, the bad, the ugly.  Could go on about the circumstances leading to my choice to put him down, talk about about how difficult it has been to push away the memory of his last moments and recall instead the years of play and love we shared, but I can't.  He came as an accident, an event of little forethought and departed  when I was least prepared.