I know this goes without saying, but I miss him. A lot. Everywhere I go, I see a version of him. Every dog has a little bit of Polo in him, and if it's a small white dog, you'll find me on my knees kissing his head and rubbing his ears. My family sends me iPhone photos of him…in the bed, chasing his favorite soccer ball, watching TV. My heart aches for my dog and as silly as it sounds, I can't wait to be home with him.

I took this photo of him before I left and I look at it way too much…and, yes…even blow him kisses.