I’ve been thinking about you a lot today, old friend. I don’t let myself think about you too often, it still makes me sad. I’m scared of driving down the road and seeing a Wheaten Terrier happily trotting alongside his owner. All you Wheaten’s have the same sweet eyes and jovial disposition. I’m not sure if I am ready to look at a dog who so closely resembles my Chester, knowing I can’t go home and play with you. I miss your high-fives, your warm fur to snuggle my feet under, you sitting under my chair at the dinner table, and your sloppy kisses. I even miss the hives that your sloppy kisses would give me. I miss you, buddy.