Only a few weeks ago, I pulled into my driveway and just sat in my car, staring at my house. I knew it was empty, and I dreaded walking inside, knowing there was no Ellie or Kiva there to greet me. It used to be my favorite time of day; joyful recognition, wagging tails, a happy face-wash from a swift tongue. I would force myself to go in, but it was hard. Some days were harder than others.
Now....there is Kili. I can hardly wait to get home and open the door. I can hear him on the other side, crying in anticipation. Then, barking and jumping and joyfully welcoming me home. Home is just not home without a dog. It's just not home. I miss Ellie and Kiva. I always will. But it is so amazing how full and happy a once broken heart can feel because of one little dog. I have no doubt someone was rescued, and it wasn't Kili.