Just sitting by the fire pit.
The porch swing.
Napping in my recliner after a Saints game.
From planting our garden boxes.
To harvesting them he was there.
Wiring the computer
Riding around in my jeep.
Having a few glasses of homemade wine, or
Begging for BBQed asparagus (go figure)
The thing I will miss the most is my fishing buddy. Soon as the cork would bounce he was woofing some times even before I saw it.
As long as I live I will never look at an empty chair with out wishing he was in it. I pray that in heaven there is a shady bayou bank with a couple chairs by it. I will be there some day sitting with the brat while Peggy tries to get him outa her chair.