Missing in human actions...
When you reach a certain age in life and someone leaves, you don't realise what you had until they are gone. And at my age you rarely fill that void with anyone else. Marvellous company, blissful laughter, fine food and heady scent, soft skin - or profound loneliness. Such is the human experience of constantly moving forwards until one day that stops, beautiful women with bright smiles and sparkling eyes can find another partner soon enough. Men just think not to make the same mistakes again, and realise some people are just not interchangeable. I miss the dog too, better than most humans.