I am close to certain that today is the one-year anniversary of the day when I found out that Spiky - my sister's family dog - had passed away.
It was like hearing a human family member had died. Stunned at first, I recall walking out of the room trying to make sense of it.
Now, a year on, I still find that I grieve over him. Every now and again something pops up to remind me of the days he would stay here.
With that said, I have his dog bowl right in front of my television. I am reminded of him every single day. And I'm glad about that because he was such a character.
I began today's post with no idea what to write other than to note the significance of the day. I have already written a trio of tributes to Spiky.
One was written at the end of 2018 when I dedicated a post to sharing how much I enjoyed his company. The other two were published last year. My Sidekick was written not long after I learnt of his death and then there was another one - at the end of last year - in which I reflected on things that happened in 2022.