I miss you.
It has not been an easy year for me without you.
I wake up each day with a wish that it was all a dream. Reality strikes me hard when your paws aren’t caressing my face. I wish for those days when you would listen to my rants on Monday morning and turn your face away when you got to know that you were not a part of my Friday night shenanigans or smell of another canine.
Do you remember the nights we sneaked out to the terrace and spent the night cuddling, as our favorite songs played on a loop? Of course you would, but only if you were here. How stupid of me to ask you the questions whose answers I don’t welcome!
I miss your naughty eyes always prying for food, I miss your sullen face before I left home and the delightful wagging of your tail as I open the gate when I return, I miss our incessant hugs out of nowhere and a thousand more of your demeanors.
I miss you and I miss being me.
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