There are times when I forget Perry is gone.
Mostly when I wake up and go sleepily to let him out, or when I make a loud noise like dropping something heavy and cringe and go look to see where he is. He didn't like loud noises.
But no times do I miss him more than when I am cooking.
He was always underfoot waiting for something to drop...especially spinach.
That silly dog tripped me up so much when I was cooking that I don't know what to do with all the space I have now.