So quiet

It's so quiet in a house without a dog in it.  It's not that Jasper is noisy, exactly.  It's more the just knowing that somewhere he's walking around, claws clicking on the hardwood, or snoring on one of the many pillows laid out for him around the place, one in every room.  It's his absence that makes this quiet.  Such a strange, strange feeling.  I feel like there's just no reason to be here, without him.

We are so accustomed to every glance including him, to looking for his shape in every part of the house, to that cozy thump-thump of his greeting.

So quiet here without that.

Miss you, little pony.