I cut the grass on Saturday.
For several years after I cut the grass I would sit on the patio bench while the lawn mower cooled down and Binkley would hang with me. He would push his head under my arm and lift me off the bench. He would rub his head all over me and I would give him big hugs.
Now after I cut the grass I sit on the bench, remember and miss those times. Those times were just one of a hundred times a day we would interact.
I really miss him.