I walk through the house, feeling her beside me. I hear her collar rattle.
I reach down to pat her head, but my hand finds no reassuringly fuzzy ears to touch. At night, I hear her whimper only to wake to the emptiness. I trip over paws not really there.
I look up, expecting to see her eyes watching me with curious intensity.
But there are no eyes watching at all.
Moments pass, and I wonder if there ever really were. If it was all in my head, all along.
Ghost dog, haunting my heart. Here and gone again. A flash of white, a glimmer of her wagging tail, then nothing.